在那有些泛黄的旧时光里,风城大户白家才貌双全的二小姐茉莉,在秋天的某个午后,细心地收起她视为珍宝的那幅画,然后提着一个白色的小皮箱,悄无声息地走下阁楼,走出大院,消失在老街的尽头。那时候,她的母亲正在午睡。午睡醒来后的母亲得知此事,先是愤怒,然后猛地推开面前的木格子窗,惊得窗台上的白鸽们倏然齐飞。看着她素日里最心爱的小白鸽们在她的眼前一一消失,她却似乎平静了。她像往常一样坐在阳台边的摇椅上看报纸,或读时尚杂志,呼唤大女儿陪她喝养生茶,日子一如往昔。 In some of the old yellowed times, Jasmine, a big white-bearded artist in the big city, put away a painting she regarded as a jewel some afternoon in the fall, and then carried a small white suitcase , Silently walked down the attic, out of the compound, disappeared at the end of the street. At that time, her mother was napping. Wake up wake up after the mother learned of the matter, first anger, and then suddenly pushed open in front of the wooden lattice window, surprised the white doves on the windowsill Ran Ran Qi Fei. She seemed calm as she watched her favorite little white pigeons disappear before her eyes. As usual, she sat reading a newspaper in a rocking chair by the balcony or reading a fashion magazine, calling for her eldest daughter to accompany her for a health tea as usual.