Library

In the deep courtyard of the old house, the shadows of locust trees dance. A sweet smell mixed with caramel and rust is a unique mark engraved on this old house. Not long after the wedding, my uncle went on a business trip, leaving my confused aunt alone in the empty house. There was a sudden knock on the door in the middle of the night, and my aunt, who was covered in cold sweat, hurriedly broke into my house and revealed a horrifying scene: Sitting at the end of the bed was an old lady whose face could not be seen clearly. An old navy blue coat with skewed patches and a faint sweet smell. That is the grandmother who has passed away long ago, lingering in the old house with her obsession. Scratches on the ceiling, the sound of sewing machines in an empty room, and old fabrics that appear inexplicably on the pillow. A series of strange and strange things happened one after another, uncovering the family's buried obsessions layer by layer. The clumsy stepmother who lacks love, the sensitive and timid young child, and the taciturn head of the family are trapped in this old courtyard, testing and adjusting to each other. It turns out that it was never a ghost, but an old friend who couldn't let go of his worries. An unfinished cuff patch, a gentle warning that was never spoken, and the regrets of our ancestors are passed down from generation to generation. The fragrance of locust flowers falls, and the fragrance of sugar lingers. We finally learn to love and stay with each other in this world of fireworks. Only when the whole family is happy and happy can the old man be willing to say goodbye with peace of mind.

After my second uncle went on a business trip, an old lady wearing a patchwork gown often appeared at the end of the bed in the old house. The second aunt was horrified until she recognized the clothes among her grandmother's belongings - it was her grandmother who had died three years ago. It turned out that grandma was worried about her grandson who was being treated harshly, and his soul returned to his hometown. This horrifying encounter revealed the second aunt's clumsiness and pain as a stepmother, and also quietly changed her. From fear to understanding, from severity to tenderness, a guardianship spanning life and death finally allowed this family to find a warm home. Some love never leaves.

Lin Wan, a tour guide on the Sichuan-Tibet line, had an extra line of instructions on her roster out of thin air: "Assign a single room to the innermost side of your cell to avoid the crowds." She did so and saw the Tibetan woman wearing a moon-white Tibetan robe and a pine stone hairpin. But after one night, her pattern and the line of words disappeared completely, and no one in the whole group remembered her existence. Only Lin Wan's palm still retained the biting coldness that touched her fingertips. In order to find the truth, she stepped into the depths of the snow-capped mountains, only to uncover a past that had been sealed for half a century - an avalanche and an unswerving wait until death. It turns out that some promises can transcend life and death, and some longings will be remembered by the mountain breeze for you.

In 785 AD, in the chaotic times when Tang and Tibet were fighting for hegemony, the Eastern Girl Kingdom at the foot of the Mordo Sacred Mountain became a fragile glimmer in the cracks. The queen's heir, Langsamedo, is responsible for the crisis warned by the astrology and the mission of the matrilineal ethnic group. She must not only deal with the coercion of Tubo's marriage and the restraint of the Tang Dynasty, but also resolve the obstruction of internal conservatives. Carrying the "Secret Words of Mountain Patterns" token, she dealt with spies, envoys and rebellions, guarded the lifeline of the ethnic group in the salt well, and explored the legacy of her ancestors in the sacred mountain. From the bloody alliance in the hot spring canyon to the desperate counterattack of the watchtowers, Langsameduo teamed up with Duoji Zangbu, the Tubo tribute man who abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side, to move the tribesmen along the three rivers with the strategy of "dividing veins and preserving species". In the end, the fire of matrilineal civilization transcended the war and took root and continued in Jiarong, Kangba, and Lugu Lake areas, responding to the ancient prophecy of "comb teeth sprouting" with tenacious inheritance.