In the last years of Tianqi, the world is in chaos.
Xia Wanzhi, the widow of an ordinary tailor in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, took in Qi Yunsheng, a poor teacher who had fled on a rainy night. Starting from that bowl of bitter porridge with wild vegetables, the two most ordinary souls were tightly bound together by fate.
The war was ruthless, and they were separated again and again: conscription, hard labor, brothels, epidemics... Every reunion was accompanied by a more cruel separation. Rumors are like knives, inner demons are hidden, and the wounds of war are always with us. Xia Wanzhi collapsed while waiting, and Qi Yunsheng suffered from guilt and doubt. They doubt whether the other person has changed their mind and whether they are still worthy of being loved, but they cannot let go of their unforgettable attachment.
The past of the master's wife, the martyrs of the Huaiyuan Society, the haze of the epidemic, Liu Waner's quiet intervention... Make this bitter love in troubled times more complicated and heartbreaking.
This is not a heroic legend, just the most ordinary bowl of bitter porridge. After drinking it, my mouth was filled with blood and tears, but I couldn't bear to let it go.
In the flames of war, misunderstanding and the abyss of human nature, two little people tried their best to love, but were crushed by the times again and again. Can they find each other after being devastated? Or will we all end up spending the rest of our lives, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, turning into ashes?
Intention: True love is never sweet, but knowing that it will be bitter, painful, and desperate, but still choosing to love, wait, and seek.