Sugared and Solidified

Half a piece of maltose melted and solidified, waiting for eight years. A teenager whose father broke his guitar ran away from home and met a girl who couldn't see the light in a leaky old house. When he was fourteen years old, he sold wild chrysanthemums in exchange for rice. The scar on her face was caused by someone pushing her down the stairs. She had been waiting for her brother for eight years and was still reluctant to finish the maltose. Later, a debt-ridden businesswoman and a brother who had been looking for his sister for eight years also walked into the stove. The fire in the stove went out and then came back on. Sixteen years later, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the old house, the jar of wine that had been buried for eighteen years finally waited for the person who deserved to drink it. I don't care how many years they've been separated. I just want to know how they came back step by step.