Qingdao-Beiping love story
Both of them are adults, Lin Shen is 18 and Lu Chen is 30.
The sea breeze carries the breath of paint into the studio. Two people, wrapped up in fate, create the most secret blue of love in the morning fog and dusk of Qingdao, and in the blues and white of Beijing.
Lu Chen taught Lin Shen to use touch to paint: when the seagulls flap their wings when they close their eyes, they are the arcs of Prussian blue, and the rocks at low tide are the chords of raw brown and ultramarine. They use their hands to repair ship sails, use paint to fight injustice in demolition zones, and turn soy sauce stains from seafood stalls into improvised art. The truth about the shipwreck that left Lu Chen's right hand disabled and Lin Shen's father disappeared is gradually emerging from the barnacle-covered reef with the tide.
From the mottled stone walls of Badaguan in Qingdao to the Luoxue Studio in Songzhuang, Beijing, two souls flit between the canvas and the waves. When Lin Shen finally mixed up the blue that could cover Lu Chen's scars, he discovered that love is as surging as intertidal art.
