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In Yunxi Town, a small southern town, the thousand-year-old bluestone street and the new community are across the river. The protagonist Su Wan returns to his hometown due to his father's sudden cerebral hemorrhage and works as a full-time mediator in the community neighborhood committee. She originally wanted to return to the city quickly, but she was involved in the constant "triviality" among the neighbors. Through the mediation, she reacquainted herself with the old street where she was raised, and also resolved the long-standing estrangement between her and her father. Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

This is a decoding of family love that spans thirty years, and is also a warm elegy about "unspoken love". When Lin Qiu was sorting out the belongings of his old house after the death of his mother, Chen Sulan, he accidentally took out a faded blue cloth bag - tied with the knot of his mother when she was young, hiding the truth about his father's retirement from illness, the cancer diagnosis that his mother had endured, and the unspoken concerns of the two generations. As the diary, old keys, and yellowed letters in the blue cloth bag were unfolded one by one, she pieced together the deep love between her parents that had been hidden by the years: her father concealed his illness so that she could study, and her mother used the lie of "eating a fish to get stuck in her throat" to cover up her coughing of blood. The other protagonist of the story is Xiaotang, Lin Qiu's seven-year-old niece. This child, who was regarded as a treasure by her grandmother (Lin Qiu's mother), when she was sorting out her great-grandmother's old things, she even dug out her own little blue cloth bag. Three generations of women, two blue cloth bags, connect the memory of the old sycamore tree in the textile factory to the modern city exhibition hall, and also reveal the most authentic appearance of love: it does not need to be earth-shattering, it is a hidden medical certificate, a mended torn school bag, and a dumpling with three sweet-scented osmanthus boiled in it. When Lin Qiu turned his family story into a cultural exhibition, and when Xiaotang's cloth bag story was put on the kindergarten stage, those blue cloth bags sealed by time finally stretched into a spring in the intergenerational inheritance - the most precious love has never disappeared, it just changed hands and continued to mend the years, waiting for the next person to understand. Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!