[Modern Romance + Intangible Cultural Heritage Protection + Dali Life Flow + Reality]
The wind in Longgong Village, Dali, is always mixed with the astringent smell of indigo grass. While Shu Qiuyue was squatting by the dye vat tying thread, Zhang Zehai was putting the wall coverings removed by the construction team into plastic bags.
No one knew that in He Hongbing's business plan, the street wall of the tie-dye shop was marked "Entrance of the Cultural and Tourism Complex"; no one saw that under Chen Xiangjun's surveyor, the cracks in the old dye vat were still embedded with the fingernail marks of Grandma Duan.
The heartbeat of an adult is hidden even thinner than the ice cracks of tie-dye: it was when he helped her pick up the corners of cloth floating in the dye vat, and the warmth of his fingertips brushed against the back of her hand; it was when she discovered that the screen saver on his mobile phone was the sunset in the tie-dye workshop, and he lied that he "taken it casually".
But when the roar of the bulldozer really rolled into the alley, Shu Qiuyue clutched the old recipe passed down by Grandma Duan, and realized that some things are more important than the heartbeat: for example, the old wall cannot be demolished, the old vat cannot be moved, such as the blue in Dali, someone must guard it until the wind falls.
