When Blue Eyes See the Amber Wind

Lin Wan, who is of mixed Chinese and American descent, returned to Shanghai with the time difference from New York... There is an accident hidden in the old house left by her grandma - she can suddenly see "aura". Wanhuali Alley is like an overturned palette: our noodle shop is filled with amber smoke, the Syrian dessert shop is filled with the sweet aroma of rose gold, and the Polish bookstore is filled with a gray-blue bookish atmosphere... These are the fingerprints of different cultures, sometimes entangled tenderly, sometimes causing sparks due to misunderstandings. She guarded her grandmother's "transoceanic grocery store", exchanged New York coffee beans for her grandmother's prunes in the alley, listened to the Syrian uncle telling her daughter's story, and helped Nigerian students plant African peppers in earthen pots in Shanghai. In the blue eyes, the amber wind hides the truth of "making soup slowly", and the sweet fragrance of rose gold contains the courage of "still living well after loss". -－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ It turns out that the collision of breaths is just the same sentence "I want to live a good life" in different languages. When the rainbow aura over the alley filled her eyes, she finally understood: the so-called fusion is never a patchwork of labels, it is the half-plate of dumplings handed over by the neighbor, it is the tacit understanding of "I don't understand but I know you are laughing" - it is every breath of a foreign land trying to become the warmth of home.