[When the thousand-year-old secret recipe of indigo meets the Paris fashion circle, a Miao village girl uses a wax knife to cut through the thorny road of cultural inheritance!
Grandma held her hand tightly before she died. What was boiling in the wax pot was not only indigo, but also the entire Miao village's context. But foreign capital is eyeing it, and young people are fleeing the mountains one after another. Is this craft, which is older than the Forbidden City, really going to be cut off in the hands of this generation?
Until the blue-eyed French designer broke in - he didn't understand the warp and weft of Miao embroidery, but he understood the dancing stars in the batik pattern. When the swirling pattern of the Miao Village hits the curve of the Seine River, and when the ancient silver-leaf indigo is dyed with a cyberpunk style, they use a blue handkerchief that tells a story to let the world see: Intangible cultural heritage is not a specimen in a museum, but a flowing galaxy!
The white-haired grandma's withered twig-like fingers caressed the blue fingertips of her child, and the multinational designer followed the old craftsman in reciting the dyeing mantra on a rainy night - this is a practice about protection and innovation, and it is also the awakening of the cultural genes flowing in the blood of every Chinese. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the indigo field, all the perseverance turned into the sentence: Where the roots are, the blue is there!
