Jian Tong, a girl who grew up in the mist of Jiangnan, accidentally met Wen Nanxing, a young man from the north who was wearing the same DIY keychain during a casual trip. This encounter was like a gift carefully arranged by fate. When the gentleness of the south of the Yangtze River meets the frankness and forthrightness of the north, and Wu Nong's soft words collide with the dialect with the Erhua sound, sparks of joy burst out instantly.
On the streets in spring, teenagers chase and fight, and Jian Tong's frozen smile in the camera has become the most beautiful footnote of time. Friendship grows quietly in laughter, and love sprouts quietly in the evening breeze. The bluestone roads we walked side by side and the candied haws we shared all told that our heartbeat was hidden in the spring wind in the north.
