Such a humble home, yet it holds hidden treasures.

  Things that fell to the ground, if Luo Lian didn't see them, or didn't have such a big curiosity, even if she saw them, wouldn't think it was a big deal. Maybe in the future, she would do what her teacher said, and what her mother hoped for: study hard in college, graduate, find a good job, find an ordinary person, and live an ordinary life from then on, everything would be completely different.

  However, she crawled into the dark bed bottom, stretched out her arms and picked up that unknown object that had fallen.

  That was an unsent postcard, she wiped it clean, the front was a oil painting picture, painted with a sea, a forest, a cluster of flowers, and a whale, below which was printed a line of small words: "Ming Bay Liria Kingdom", in the lower corner was written with a pen: "My shadow will appear in this painting." The handwriting had faded, as if it had gone through many years, but could not hide the freshness and elegance of the font. Whose postcard was it? Who wrote the words? Luo Lian knew well that it wasn't her mother's or grandparents' handwriting. Who hid it in the bed seam? Unexpectedly, this dull and uninteresting home also had a treasure buried!

  She turned over the postcard and found that the address box on the back was empty, but at the very bottom there was a line of oil-printed addresses, which had faded to the point where they could no longer be discerned.

  The more Lu Lian looked at it, the more she was deeply drawn into it. Wasn't the world in the painting exactly the dream she had been yearning for day and night in the past? The words on the back were even more enchanting. Who was it that shared the same dreams as her? Who was it that shared the same desires as her?

  Luo Lian took the postcard to ask her grandparents, but they were blind and deaf, unable to communicate. Her grandfather simply ignored him, humming a tune along with the radio broadcast. Her grandmother patiently put on her glasses, stared for a long time, closed her eyes to rest, and her wrinkled eyes trembled constantly. She no longer paid attention to Luo Lian's curiosity, and Luo Lian guessed that she still couldn't see clearly, so she could only wait patiently for her mother to come back and ask again. She turned around and left, not seeing the old tears streaming down her grandmother's face.

  She bound up the unused exercise books into a thick diary. She was going to start writing her brand new life from this moment, first writing that the exam had ended and freedom had arrived, then writing about today's strange encounter. She was overjoyed that she could write about this strange encounter on the first page of her diary. Perhaps it wasn't a big deal, but for her dull life, every blade of grass and tree was wonderful.

  Luo Lian put down the "High School Enrollment Brochure", not finding what she wanted. The sea on the postcard remained etched in her mind. Ming Wan Li Ya, where was that place?

  Fan Rui came back, hastily ate a mouthful of food, and then went to continue her second job, without even saying a word. Luo Lian waited for her, waiting and waiting until she fell asleep. In the morning, Luo Lian heard a noise, hurriedly opened her eyes, and saw that Fan Rui had already washed up and was about to go to work. She hastily took out the postcard from under her pillow and asked about it. Fan Rui's expression changed greatly as soon as she saw it, and Luo Lian had never seen her behave so strangely before. But what was even stranger was that Fan Rui held the postcard for a while, trembling, then threw it aside, dropped a sentence "I don't know", and hastily left. Luo Lian felt that this matter must be suspicious. Luo Lian wanted to ask again, but as mother and daughter often didn't see each other for several days, Luo Lian slept, Fan Rui hadn't come back yet, Luo Lian woke up, Fan Rui had already left. When she finally had time to ask again, she didn't expect to irritate Fan Rui again: "It's just a broken postcard, can't you stop asking! I'm almost dying from exhaustion every day, and you're still not considerate!" No one could solve Luo Lian's doubts, so she silently put the postcard in her diary, and this strange matter had to be buried in the dust of history again.