You can only know the taste of tea after three rounds of coolness, and you can only meet you when you are deeply in love. In the mist of tea late at night, Qiao Jinchu looked back on the past with Lu Beiqian, which was full of dislocation and regret. The debate about tea and love in the library when they first met was a confrontation between tit and head; the one-sided affectionate rush in secret love was a monologue that no one responded to.
She once waited until late at night with her cell phone, turning her thoughts into topics that catered to him; but he inadvertently took her love for granted. When the Cold War caused the two to drift apart, the elders' motto of using tea as a metaphor for people made Qiao Jinchu understand that relationships require two-way appreciation and understanding.
The gears of fate turn quietly, from the gentle redemption of sending an umbrella on a rainy night to the mutual healing of the original family's scars; from the crisis of trust in a long distance to the true revelation of true feelings at the moment of life and death. The intensity of a cup of tea reflects the twists and turns of love. In the tempering of time, they finally understood that the best love is not a vigorous pursuit, but a long and steady flow of each other - when the tea smoke curls up, the two-way love will eventually bloom in the quiet years. The most touching flowers.
