In the spring of the 26th year of the Republic of China, Tongxi Town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Xiao Lai, a tailor, guards the tailor shop under the locust tree and lives with his sick mother. She knew the words, but she never dared to let others know - the world of scholars is like the lights on the other side, which can be seen but cannot be crossed. Until that late spring afternoon, Xiaoling, a scholar staying at the inn, stepped into the door of the shop and handed over a gown with frayed cuffs and a book.
They started borrowing and returning books, and slowly approached between the locust flowers and river lanterns, between the sound of needlework and the sound of turning books. After Xiaoling went north to study, a letter came over the mountains and ridges - the letter said that the flowers on Kunming Mountain were blooming, that his classmates in the school were gone, and said, "I am fine, don't miss him." Xiao Lai put each letter into a jewelry box, like collecting coins.
After saving for a lifetime, I filled a box.
But in troubled times, the things you save the most are often the ones you can't keep the most.
A tailor in the market and a scholar in troubled times, one takes root in the fireworks, and the other rushes to the mountains and rivers. Letters are a bridge, and souls are connected, but in the end they have different paths. This is a story about waiting and retreat, rushing and being trapped. In the turbulent times, the secret love between two women spans thousands of miles.
Intention: In troubled times, the most precious thing is not gold and silver, but a person's sincerity; the farthest distance is not the mountains and seas, but the step that two hearts dare not take.
