Breaking Branches Spring Camellia

In the afternoon when cicadas are chirping, the old locust trees on Qingwu Street weave mottled light and shadow into a dense network, covering two completely different souls. Sang Jingheng stood in front of the second-hand bookstore with "Introduction to Topology" in her arms. Her plain white shirt was pressed just like her life. As a cold academic god who has always been at the top of her grade, she has picturesque features and a wealthy family, but she is like a precisely calibrated clock, dedicating every morning and dusk to competitions and exercises, surrounded by frost and snow that are far away from people. When the sandalwood appears leaning against the carved wooden door frame, the citrus fragrance carries an unruly wind. The white T-shirt is casually tucked into denim shorts, the bronze wristbands are dangling lightly on the wrists, and the records and sketchbooks are stacked in a free shape in the basket of the car. This girl, who is ranked last in her grade, always has a careless smile, but few people know that there is a deliberate disguise hidden under that public appearance. She is a smiling tiger wearing a mask, putting all her edge and passion into her pursuit of freedom. The turning point of fate began with the postcard in the window - the words "Freedom has no coordinates" spread like flames, burning through the barriers between the two worlds. When Xie Zhentan took away the book from Sang Jingheng's arms on the pretext of borrowing a fire, and when the Polaroid of the Icelandic Aurora accidentally overlapped with the pages of Fermat's Last Theorem, the seemingly contradictory souls began to resonate. The roar of the popcorn machine, the melodious singing of Cantonese opera, the rush on the streets at midnight... Xie Zhentan uses rebellion as a blade to split the shackles of Sang Jingheng's world; and the gradually awakening light in Sang Jingheng's eyes also makes Jie Zhentan understand that freedom is never about traveling alone, but about someone willing to go to the wilderness with you. The lone star trapped in the "perfect" cage, and the wind dressed in the coat of "rebellion".