Her name is Shen Yuan, a nomadic intangible cultural heritage archaeologist who has taken root in the deserts and grasslands of the northwest all year round.
Her daily routine involves deciphering broken ancient nomadic books, repairing ancient saddles, and following her father to do wild ecological surveying in uninhabited areas. To her, the wind in the Qilian Mountains and the stones in the Gobi Desert are warmer than the neon lights of the city.
His name is Yu Shi, a young general in bright clothes and angry horses on the screen, a young actor who has attracted much attention in the spotlight.
But after his starlight faded, he was just a pursuer of pure art eager to find it in the hustle and bustle.
Their encounter was not a deliberate encounter under the spotlight, nor was it a blind pursuit through a fan filter.
In the small courtyard in the pastoral area of Xilin Gol, she did not know the upper class, and only thought that he was a young man in the city who was interested in traditional skills; and he put down his halo just to find a craftsman who could teach him the ancient method of making bows.
A cracked old-fashioned horn bow became an opportunity for the souls of the two to resonate.
From the temperature of bone glue and beef tendon, to the ancient characters and the sound of guitar beside the campfire; from the dependence of life and death in no man's land, to galloping side by side on horseback. Two hearts that respect tradition and plow deep into the wilderness quietly share the same tune in the wind of the grassland.
Later, he returned to the hustle and bustle of the entertainment industry, and she continued to explore the lonely fields.
A distance of two thousand kilometers cannot stop two hearts from rushing in both directions. He is not afraid of her being covered in wind and sand, and she is not envious of his radiant light. They are like two trees growing side by side, with their roots intertwined underground and their branches and leaves flourishing in the wind.
This is a love without industrial saccharine and bloody love.
Feelings are like the long wind on the grassland, restrained, long-lasting and full of power
