This fall, Jiang Mo, a graduate student at the Academy of Fine Arts, got into the passenger seat of an off-road vehicle in order to escape from a rotten relationship. The guide Lu Lin is a silent self-media blogger. He never talks to the camera in the video, and only shoots snowy mountains and clouds. Jiang Mo originally planned to paint, collect paintings, and communicate with each other, but a month and a half was too long. He grew up to the point where he melted paint at the foot of Gongga Mountain, was stuffed with a melted candy in front of the red wall of Seda, and got a chisel that had been passed down for four generations in the old house in Daofu. There was a yellowing mountaineering diary in Lu Lin's backpack, with a line of small words written on the title page: "In all the blue seasons, I miss you the most." Jiang Mo didn't understand what that meant, until he discovered that the blue paint he had mixed all the way turned out to be painting the same person.
A graduate student from the Academy of Fine Arts, an outdoor guide, a car, and a month and a half on the Western Sichuan Ring Road. An atypical road novel, late in life, slow-burning, sour but still making me cry. The deputy CP has broken up and traveled, but it is not necessarily true. The ending is not cruel.
Concept: In the face of the distant and magnificent nature, human emotions and artistic creation are not only the glimmer of moment, but also the eternal attempt to fight against time and forgetfulness.