Shen Nianchu x Chen Yanzhi
Shen Nianchu and Chen Yanzhi spent ten years hiding in the blue cloth parlor of the brick kiln, immersed in the medicinal fragrance of Sophora japonica. From the nine-year-old orange candy to the unfinished "Growing Up", from the restraint of "the emperor, his ministers and his envoys" to the "selfishness" that was left unsaid before his death, their story meanders into scars among the blooming and falling flowers of the old locust tree. When the silver bell of the agarwood bracelet finally rang for her, when the new buds in the cracks of the bricks held up ten years of obsession, those unspoken loves had already turned into a tenderness that lasted longer than the fragrance of medicine. It turned out that the most touching heart was never perfection, but the undissipated scent of sophora japonica that always stayed for each other in the rings of time.
Intention: Using the "end of the alley" as the coordinate of time and space, and the "sound of cicadas" as the scale of memory, in the folds of time between childhood sweethearts, we can salvage the tenderness and unspoken thoughts hidden in daily details, as well as the growth and reconciliation tempered by time - let "unfinished" become the most touching footnote of youth, and let "memories" become the chirping of cicadas that illuminate the rest of our lives.