When Huan Shuji was five years old, he saw a crane on the bad water beach in Fanchuan.
The river water is as muddy as yellow soup, and the reeds are vast and green. The crane stood in the deep yellow, white, clean and bright. A pair of eyes are red and as transparent as jade.
He remembered these eyes for many years. He doesn't know why he remembers it, and he doesn't know what he can do if he remembers it. There is just a very soft place in my heart that has always been occupied by those eyes and cannot be freed.
At the age of seventeen, he went to Xi'an and watched a Qin Opera performance. The man on the stage was dressed in plain clothes, as if he were covered with the embers of a fire. A "wizard of fire," a personification of all the fleeting beauty he could see in the world.
Huan Shuji sat on the imperial chair, raising his head, then lowering it, and then raising it again. After the show ended, he ran away. ——He saw in those eyes what he had been looking for for twelve years. That's not like, that's.
Later he went to Wuyuan to study water conservancy. River water and sand, drawings and formulas were the only things he thought he would deal with in his life.
Then that person came too. Wei Shenhe, the youngest famous actor in the Yisu Society, lived in his dormitory, with a row of flower vases on the dressing table. He could ride a bicycle and loved reading. When he was around Wei Shenhe, he could always think of the fragrance of white reeds.
One calculates the hydraulic radius, and the other sings Qin opera. One's hands are covered with yellow mud, and the other's body is covered with pink and white. Everyone felt that these two people could not get along.
But unfortunately, it lasts half a lifetime.
Concept: The ups and downs of personal destiny in the ever-changing situation and the complex and indistinguishable emotions between two ordinary people