That autumn, Jiang Mo, a graduate student at an art academy, took the passenger seat of an off-road vehicle to escape a relationship that had gone rotten. Lu Lin, his guide, was a quiet self-media blogger who never spoke to the camera, filming only snowcapped mountains and clouds. Jiang Mo had planned to paint, gather material, and get his work done, but a month and a half was a long time. Long enough for him to dissolve his paints beneath Mount Gongga, to have someone press a melted candy into his hand in front of Seda's red walls, and to receive a chisel passed down through four generations in an old house in Daofu. In Lu Lin's backpack was a yellowed mountaineering journal. On its title page was a line of tiny writing: "Of all the blue seasons, I miss you most." Jiang Mo didn't understand what it meant, until he realized that all the blue paint he'd been mixing for the entire trip had been used to paint the same person.
An art academy graduate student and an outdoor guide, one car, a month and a half, and a road trip around western Sichuan. An unconventional road story, with an older love interest, a slow burn, and bittersweet feelings, but no sudden tears. The secondary couple takes a breakup trip, though they may not actually break up. The ending isn't tragic.
Theme: In the face of distant, magnificent nature, human emotions and artistic creation are both momentary glimmers of light and an enduring attempt to resist time and oblivion.
I think it might be a bit confusing?