She had her black hair cut off when she was eight years old. From then on, there was no orphan girl Jiu'er in the world, only the young boy Ah Chen. She has remained anonymous for eleven years, from a handyman in the woodshed to a shopkeeper in Liangzhou. What she has hidden is not only her daughter's body, but also a heart that dares not love.
Until the eldest lady who once gave her a bowl of porridge held her clothes in the desert wind and said, "I feel at ease with you"; until the woman who was forced into a corner by the world cried through the door and said, "I like you, I don't care whether you are a boy or a girl."
So she finally dared to admit: Ah Chen is a woman, but Ah Chen likes you. I fell in love with it from the day I came back from the northwest, and I haven't stopped for a day.
This is a story about growth - weeds growing out of the mud can also live to become a big tree that can protect people from wind and rain.
This is a story about love - not a well-matched marriage, but a "no matter who you are, I only want you" without any hesitation.
This is a story about home - wandering people will eventually find their home, because "where you are, that's home."
The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant and fades, and the wind and sand in Liangzhou have been blowing for three years. The two women spent their lives from Hangzhou to Liangzhou, from boudoir to Gobi, answering that sentence——
"The exquisite dice and the red beans make me miss you deeply."
Intention: How many winds and sands does a person have to walk through before he can be treated gently by this world? The answer may only be four words - be yourself.