一个小镇,一座老宅,一段故事,一块伤疤,缠缠绕绕、时断时续地堆积成了一个畸形的时代。冲破缭绕的烟雾,那个江南小镇凄美的轮廓渐渐清晰……秀禾坐在老宅阁楼上,凝望天空,不知不觉间,两行清泪从明亮的眸子里滑落。那眼泪的成分很复杂,是绝望、希望、无奈、哀怨……耀辉无力地站 A small town, an old house, a story, a scar wound, wrapped around, and intermittently accumulated into a deformed era. Breaking through the lingering smoke, the outline of the beautiful town in the south of the Yangtze River gradually became clear... Showman sat in the attic of the old house and gazed at the sky. Unconsciously, two lines of tears fell from the bright curtains. The composition of the tears is very complicated. It is hopelessness, hope, helplessness, sadness, etc.