Silver Bracelets Entangled in the River

The backwaters of the Lancang River are always entangled with the roots of the old banyan tree, like a knot that cannot be untied for three hundred years. Sinan picked up a silver bracelet with human bones on the beach. The thimble on the bracelet, the engraving on the bell tongue, and the scar on the young man's heart suddenly brought the grudges between the Zhou family and the Shi family to the surface. The silver-scaled snake hides the shadow of the missing person, the night lilies bloomed by the blood moon wrap the soul of the living person, and in the bells of the Silver Bell Temple, the dowry bracelet of the first-generation witch is splicing the memory that was corroded by the poison. When the truth of "breaking the poison" is hidden in the burnt aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, and when the silver thread of hatred grows out of the tender tips of corn seedlings, we realize that the most vicious poison is not silver, but obsession; the warmest solution is fireworks. This is not a simple revenge story, but a truth told by the sound of the waves of the Lancang River: all the grievances and grievances that have become entangled will eventually turn into the mud that nourishes life in the spring planting and autumn harvest.