——The plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River has penetrated the red begonias and white magnolias, but the shadows of the flowers are lingering.
In the spring of 1926, the weeping begonias at the old residence of the Shen family in Suzhou were in full bloom.
Among the green tiles and white walls, the fourteen-year-old Shen Zhao, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, clutched half a volume of "The West Chamber" and fell into the lotus pond. Mud was splashed on her embroidered shoes, but a sprig of white orchid fell in her hair - it was quietly handed over by her younger brother's child bride Ayu.
"Miss, hurry up, the boat is leaving at three o'clock at the pier."
The girl's warm palms were pressed against the cold hosta, her green shirt swept across the nine-curved corridor, and she had not been together for eight years.
The coffee on the Left Bank of Paris is full of coffee, and the "returned scholars" soaked in suits and leather shoes. In the shadow of the window, the woman with heroic eyebrows and neat short hair is arranging her bow tie.
The young master of the Shen family needs a new type of tutor, but he doesn't know that the young gentleman who applied for the job is the eldest daughter who was removed from the family tree that year.
A wisp of sweet-scented osmanthus leaks through the carved window lattice, and the cowardly child bride in the past has become the lamplighter of the deep house.
"Sir, do you also love Haitang?"
"Green, fat, red and thin, lovesickness makes me sick, and I feel sad about separation."
It rained in the middle of the night in late spring, and the white wall in the back garden of Shen's house was stained with indigo, and the shadows of two flowers were closely intertwined.
The rouge petals of Xifu Begonia fluttered and fell into the white magnolia cup, and I don't know when a vine grew around the neck.
2025.2.8
Concept: Female growth, an equal and sincere friendship