When Shen Huaian was seven years old, An Lichou was sent to the Shen family for foster care. The two were childhood sweethearts, riding bamboo horses together and reading poetry and books together. Under the crabapple tree in the backyard of Shen's family, An Lichou always made garlands for him: "When you reach your height, the flowers will bloom even more."
On her fifteenth birthday, Shen Huaian fell drunk under a tree, and dimly caught a glimpse of the ripples in An Lichou's eyes. Since then, the tacit understanding has gradually deepened, but no one has spoken out. Until Shen's father discussed the marriage, An Lichou suddenly received a secret letter and left Beijing - the identity of the former dynasty's legacy was exposed, and he had to flee overnight.
On a rainy night, Shen Huaian chased under the crabapple tree, only to see broken flowers on the ground and an unfinished letter: "If the crabapples bloom in full bloom next year..." An Lichou never returned.
For ten years, Shen Huaian guarded the empty garden alone and took care of the crabapples to become more and more lush. In the spring, I dipped in flower juice to write unanswered letters. On the day I coughed up blood and fainted, I received An Lichou's last request: a green shirt, an old letter, and at the end, "Begonias bloom every year, but I can only watch them with you for one season."
The next year, all the begonias were withered. Shen Huai buried Qingshan under the tree and died leaning on the tree all day long. Before I died, I saw a bamboo dragonfly falling from the flowers, with the handwriting of my childhood carved on its wings: "Huai'an, don't forget it."
Everyone lamented that the Shen family's crabapple had locked up the obsession of two souls and never bloomed again.
Intention: Throughout their lives, they are always unable to love.