The marriage between Xu Jingshu and Lu Boyan is the most stable choice in reality - like two proper sixpences, jingling in the pocket of life, but unable to illuminate late night dreams. Until a car accident sent this couple of ten years back to the age of seventeen.
Lu Boyan looked up and saw his "moonlight" - the smiling Su Wanqing on the honor roll, a brightness that had not been touched in his entire youth. He thought, this time, could he not bend his waist for six pence and reach for the moon in the sky?
Xu Jingshu lowered her head and touched the blank volunteer form in her schoolbag and the medical examination form in her pocket for her father who had not yet been overwhelmed by the cost of medicine. Her "moon" was never a person, but the academic temple she was forced to circumvent. She thought, this time, could she not pick up the six pennies on the ground and pursue the light in her heart?
They made an agreement: You pick up your moon, I chase my light, and they don't interfere with each other.
But ten years of food, rice, oil and salt had already soaked into his bones - he naturally took her heavy schoolbag, and she blurted out what he should avoid when he had a stomachache. In the eyes of classmates, why do these two people who should be strangers seem as familiar as an old couple?
When Lu Boyan finally approached Su Wanqing, he saw clearly that there was dust under the moonlight; when Xu Jingshu reached for her ideal on tiptoe, she found that the light was hot to the touch. They hold the privilege of starting over, but in the eternal torn between "moonlight" and "sixpence", they discover that for some choices, choosing A is a pity, and choosing B is also a pity.
And the real answer may be hidden in the eyes of that person who always meets you at the corner of the corridor, who is always silent at critical moments, who always makes you forget that he is an "old person" - when you stare at the moon, has he also become someone's sixpence that you don't want to pick up?
Return to the age of seventeen, a large-scale experiment about ideals and reality. When you are young again, will you look up and chase the moon, or bend down to pick up money? Or maybe, between the moonlight and the sixpence, there is already a third answer, waiting for you to look down and see the lines on your palm?
Purpose: When you have the opportunity to rewrite your youth, should you make up for the regrets of the past, or should you stay true to yourself now?