Xinghe Xiangwan

When she was 15 years old, Su Xinghe stuffed the national silver medal trophy under her bed and her pink dancing shoes were pressed into the deepest part of the closet - her father's words, "You can't eat for a living by dancing," crushed her dream of going to the big stage in Beijing. The red paint of the creditor's knock on the door, the whistle of a drunkard in the billiard hall, and the winter nights in the rented house without heating. She hid her love in firewood, rice, oil and salt, thinking that she would only be accompanied by regrets in this life. Until Zhou Yu appeared holding a starry sky postcard, until his son drew "Mom" in a dancing skirt, until his mother said, "Dance if you want, Mom hasn't seen it yet"... The dance dream that was pushed into the dust by life finally blossomed into another kind of perfection in the warmth of the fireworks. This is not a story about a counterattack and becoming a stage star, but a story about a girl who learned from regrets that compared to the dazzling starlight, the "seedlings" that take root in life can make her life warmer.