When Shen Nian was seventeen, his father went to the northwest to teach. Her mother had been coughing all winter. After Shen Qing paid her tuition, she only had three hundred yuan left at home. Shen Huan's painting was torn apart at school. She clutched her seventh rejection letter and walked home in the rain, thinking: Forget it, I won't write it anymore. A young man named Gu Xizhou moved next door, and he always appeared at the right time - handing over a bag of hot buns when a manuscript was rejected, taking out a cellphone video when his sister was bullied, and carrying her two blocks away when she fainted. Until she opened his notebook, there was a photo of her inside, with a line written next to it: "What I want to help her fold is not a letter. It's her almost broken spine." Shen Nian finally cried. That year she finished writing her first book, titled "The Tung Blossoms Have Not Fallen". The title page reads: "To my boy - you are my golden year."
Intent: About the myriad forms of female growth, family responsibilities and love. Stick to your dreams in difficult situations, and learn to show weakness and trust while supporting each other.