A star map of the late Qing Dynasty stained with hemoptysis connects the loneliness of the two eras together.
In Suzhou at the end of the century, Shen Wangshu used cinnabar to depict star trails. Before the wedding dress was finished, he first embroidered the silver glow of the twenty-eight stars. She locked her whole life into the thread-bound album, never knowing until her death that a girl would touch the remaining warmth of her fingertips through the yellowed pages under the moonlight a hundred years later.
Outside the planetarium in the new century, Deng Yan held a telescope and faced the world. Until one night, the fragrance of magnolia in ancient books overflowed the electronic star map, and she caught a glimpse of a thin silhouette in the broken bronze mirror - the man coughed at the moonlight, but strung the three stars of Orion's belt into a silver hairpin, piercing her solidified hour hand.
The halo of table lamps and candlelight collided in the rift of time and space, and the blood droplets coughed up in late winter condensed into the fluorescent handwriting of early summer.
——You and I will eventually complete each other's names in the broken time and space.
Purpose: Women help each other, cultural inheritance