### Story summary
- **Childhood with Intertwined Destinies**: In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River in the 1990s, An Qi, who was abused by her alcoholic mother, met Xia Chaojie, a boy from a grocery store. The warmth under the oil-paper umbrella became the first light in Angel's life, and her tenacity also planted seeds in the young man's heart.
- **The road to growth and transformation**: An Qi was admitted to Fudan University as one of the top ten in the province, but Xia Chaojie dropped out of junior high school due to family difficulties. Fate made the two meet again on the bank of the Huangpu River, and the suit An Qi bought with a scholarship became a testimony of Xia Chaojie's entrepreneurship.
- **The Era of Turnaround**: From setting up a stall in Hongqiao Night Market to founding "Anxia Clothing", from being defrauded of all his savings to receiving orders from the Canton Fair. In the wave of Pudong development, they seized the opportunities of foreign trade and built a children's clothing empire in twenty years.
- **Warm family inheritance**: The two sons inherited business acumen and design talent respectively, injecting new vitality into the family business. The boys and girls under the oil-paper umbrellas used love and persistence to write the legends of the times that belong to ordinary people.
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**1992·Late Spring**
The plum rain weaves a fine net on the bluestone road, and An Qi curls up in the camphor tree hole at the entrance of the alley. The wound on his forehead was still bleeding, and the fragments of the wine bottle his mother had smashed seemed to still be stuck in his palm.
"The little cripple is hiding here again?" Several boys kicked stones and came around. An Qi hugged her knees tightly, her soaked school uniform sticking to her back. Suddenly, a clear child's voice penetrated the rain curtain: "Grandma is closing the stall, have you bought any soy sauce?"
A young man in a navy shirt stood in the rain with an umbrella, his red scarf blown by the wind. The light from the grocery store spilled out from behind him, turning into gold in the water. An Qi recognized him, the young master of the Xia family who always ranked first in his grade.
"Brother Chaojie!" The boys rushed away. The oil-paper umbrella suddenly tilted, covering her trembling shoulders. "Do you want some malted milk?" The boy took out the tin can from his schoolbag, "I won the math competition, please."
**1998·Midsummer**
With the Fudan University admission notice under her pillow, An Qi stared at the leaking roof in the attic. There was the sound of wine bottles falling downstairs, and she touched the iron box beside her pillow - the competition bonus she had saved over the past seven years was just enough to buy a train ticket to Shanghai.
Intention: We must save ourselves again and again