Twelve years ago, a rain of cherry blossoms fell in the ancient book restoration room. The petals fell on the shoulders of Lu Huaijin and Su Wanqing, and quietly fell on them in the years to come.
When classical literature professor Lu Huaijin was sorting out old things in the dilapidated study room, the roots of the pot of pothos on the window sill were penetrating the cracks in the concrete and growing tenaciously, just like the unspoken pain in their marriage. The dual-line narrative tears open the wound of time - in 2008, the light cyan cheongsam swept across the "Collected Poems of Yuefu", and the heartbeat at that moment seemed to last forever; in 2011, the letters hidden next to the hot milk were their unspoken regrets; in 2014, the hands held in the back row of the movie theater gradually drifted away in time. In the end, everything turned into a farewell in the 2023 news broadcast.
He is a poet trapped in an old dream, carving nine years of silence into scars in his heart; she is a woman lost in the world, looking for the starlight in countless lonely nights. When the yellowed photos in the inheritance list are opened, it turns out that what sticks with them until death is not only the fading memories of the years, but also the hot residual warmth of love after it turns to ashes.
This story cuts through the shell of idealistic love and allows you to see how the moment when souls recognize each other becomes blurred in time, and eternity is just the original intention that has been tempered over the years, still silently holding on in the heart.
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