The rain in Jingdezhen grows from the porcelain kilns.
When it fell on kaolin, it became glaze; when it fell on blue and white, it became rhyme; when it fell on Li Qingyao's twenty-two-year-old hand, it became a crack that could not be healed in her life.
She was born into a porcelain-making family, but she wanted to study medicine. The heart that has been infected by the kiln fire has to sew up the wounds in the world. During the years when she was studying in Beijing, she thought she could escape the thousand-year-old porcelain capital and the fate of "the sky is blue after rain". Until that rainy day, she met Xu Zhixin in Beijing. That day, his eyes were filled with the gentleness and calmness immersed in the city of Beijing. His upbringing in a powerful family made even his silence appear thoughtful, and even his distance appear affectionate.
Their love was burned in an endless mist from the beginning. He promised her "the sky will be clear", and she believed him; he promised to "wait until the misty rain stops," but the misty rain never stops.
They are like two unique pieces - one from a royal official kiln, and the other from a folk firewood kiln. Putting them together is a match made in heaven, but there are never two identical rainy days in this world.
At the end of the story, all love and hate are condensed into one sentence:
"I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I expected Qingshan to be so charming when he saw me."
He is the green mountain she saw, and she is the misty rainy day that he owes his life.
This rain falls from Jingdezhen to Beijing, from young to old. There is no umbrella, no sunshine, only two people spend their lives trying to prove it - it turns out that the deepest affection in the world is not possession, but that I finally live the way you expect, even if you are no longer around.
——The misty rain has not stopped, the sky is waiting for someone.
"Qing Glaze, I miss you."
"Xu Zhixin, I love you."
Flexible as porcelain girl x mature and gentle older man
Intention: Many things are like blue and white porcelain. You have to wait for a misty rain to become azure. There are always some people who like to wait, but if there is something you want to do and someone you want to meet, go ahead.