That winter, a green cloth sedan chair carried her into the corner gate of Shen's mansion. Her name is Jiang Nian, and she never forgets her.
That night, a girl wearing a moon-white cloak gently knocked on her door. Her name is Chen Yiyue, the moon of the moon.
People in Shen's mansion said that the eldest lady had a cat that couldn't bite. They didn't know that this cat could embroider plum blossoms, climb over the wall late at night, and sew a person's name into a purse stitch by stitch.
Later, an imperial edict promised Shen Yinyue to the current prince. On the wedding day, the sedan chair passed by Taiping Bridge, but the bride was not there.
People in Jinling City said that the eldest daughter of the Shen family had run away from her marriage. Some people also said that she disappeared and was hidden, and no one knew where she went.
Only Granny Wang, who sells sweet-scented osmanthus cakes at the alley, knows half of the truth - she saw a girl in crow-green clothes boarding a boat heading south alone. The boat sailed, and the girl stood at the stern and looked towards the shore. She saw that there was only a vague shadow left in Jinling City, and there was no one who was supposed to come.
The girl who was supposed to come didn't come. She was locked in the piano room for three years.
If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions.
But before the echo comes, there is a long, endless yearning that cannot be forgotten. It was she who spent three years in Yangzhou, embroidering a plum tree that would not bloom; it was she who spent a thousand days in Jinling, hiding all the secrets in the strings of the piano.
This is a vow written by two women throughout their lives. There is no wedding ceremony, no marriage certificate, only a jade pendant, a "Thousand Character Classic", and one sentence——
"From now on, your life is my life."
As for what happened next? Later, it rained for five years in Yangzhou, and the loquat tree in the courtyard bore fruit for five years. The noisy girl next door is married, but Granny Wang's sweet-scented osmanthus cake at the entrance of the alley still tastes the same. And they were still sitting under the same umbrella, watching the same snow.
This story is not dramatic, just like a glass of plain water. But plain water is the most thirst-quenching and most nourishing.
If you are willing, sit down and listen to me slowly.
Intention: Two women redeem each other amidst the shackles, and fight against the injustice of fate with perseverance and growth.