Half River Neon

The Shen family manor in western Shanghai of the Republic of China hides Shen Qingwu's most indulgent years. She is a rose with thorns in the manor, her eyes are wrapped in the softness of the mist of Wu, her bones and blood are filled with the fierceness of the wind and frost at the dock, and her heart only contains the gentle smile of Master Gu. Until the warlord fire reached Songjiang, the cannonballs overturned the cornices of Shen's mansion, and the mulberry seedlings on the field ridge were trampled to pieces by horse hooves. Among the Zhao brothers who used to hang around her, one went to the front line carrying a gun, and the other was doing speculative business in the concession. Qingwu stood in the manor with broken bricks and tiles, looking at the stove with no smoke, and then understood what her mother said: "The land is mother" - she tore off the silver thread of her cheongsam to exchange for grain seeds, used the gun barrel left by her father to protect the tenants, stepped on the timidity into the mud, and let her resilience take root in the gunfire. Zhao Wen, who always loved to quarrel with her, was covered in dust when he came back from the smoke, but his eyes still looked at her with the same enthusiasm as before. But when she looked at the rebuilt manor and the scattered light of the concession's neon lights on the Suzhou River, she suddenly couldn't tell whether she was guarding this piece of land or guarding the word that she refused to admit and had hidden for half her life.