When Su Yutang was sixteen, she chose to return to Luchuan after being pushed around by her parents.
Lukawa is still the same. The honeysuckle at the alley has not yet bloomed, the pear tree at my grandma's house has bare branches, and the Wenji bakery next to the school is still selling coconut buns from my childhood.
It's just that people have changed.
The boy who once held her hand across Ginkgo Street and whose eyes sparkled when he smiled has now become a thorn in the school that no one dares to offend. His father died due to gambling and ran away, and his mother was seriously ill in bed. He guarded the bakery that was about to be closed. He got up at four in the morning to bake bread, and squatted at the door at night, picking up the glass pieces smashed by debt collectors.
She saw him looking most embarrassed. He didn't fight back or dodge when he was hit, and his eyes were as dark as the frozen river of Luchuan in winter.
He pretended not to know her, but he couldn't say "I don't know" out loud, and he compromised again and again.
Jiang Xian could never refuse Su Yutang in his life.
It was true when I was a child, and it was true when I grew up.
Spring comes slowly in Lukawa.
But fortunately, they all waited.
Intention: Two-way redemption