One is a Chinese teacher who incorporates the tenderness of poetry into his daily teaching, and is accustomed to the regular life of the bluestone road in Guhuai Lane; the other is a photographer who uses his lens to capture Qingchuan fireworks and scenery of the four seasons with a youthful freshness and delicacy. From the first encounter with snowy plum blossoms in Shuying Garden, to the reunion on camera in Guhuai Alley, to the plum branches peeking out of the classroom window, to the hot ginger tea they drank together by the Qingxi River, the friendship between the two slowly grows in the texture of Chinese daily life, but it cannot escape the pull of reality: family expectations, external gossip, and inner hesitation are like the autumn wind rolling through the cartoon fan, making the purity of "life is like meeting for the first time" a little more regretful.
Concept: But the snow in Qingchuan will fall every year, and the plum blossoms in Shuyingyuan will bloom every year. The handkerchief that was not returned in time, the Polaroid sandwiched in "Nalan Ci", and the attic of the old bookstore where we talked late at night eventually became each other's confidence.