This is an era where oil-paper umbrellas and foreign umbrellas confront each other in the window. It is an era where the warm veil of old-style families coexists with the cold calculations within wealthy families. It is also an era where countless individuals strive to find their own coordinates in the torrent and protect the glimmer of light in their hearts. Can the warm lights of Chunjia Umbrella Shop illuminate the way forward? How will Lu Xingzhi balance the heavy family burden he carries with his inner artistic fire? Will that innocent image glimpsed by the pond fade away under the temper of complex reality, or will it become the most tenacious force that penetrates the haze? All the answers are hidden in the upcoming years full of unknowns and choices. When I came, maybe it wasn't spring; but when the spring came, I happened to meet it. Whether this encounter in dislocation is fate or fate, only time can slowly reveal it.
