If youth is a high fever, then love is a long recovery.
In her senior year of high school, Jiang Linyue mistakenly set her life goal on the perfect male god.
On the night after the college entrance examination, she was tenderly rejected.
Lu Yun, who was accompanying her home, said the words that changed everything under the street lamp:
"If it doesn't work, why don't you try with me?"
A first love that begins with "the next best thing" begins hastily amid summer fireworks.
He is the sun that cannot express itself, and provides warmth in a scorching way.
She is a cold and fragile moon, accustomed to quietly hiding her grievances and illnesses.
The shadow of the original family, the great pain of the death of a loved one, and the unspoken misunderstandings are layered on top of each other.
When she had a fever of nearly 40 degrees alone on the night after they broke up, he was questioning:
"You are always so calm. Have you ever liked me?"
Jiang Linyue answered with a ticket to London.
Reunited two years later.
He discovered the unopened truth in the drawer - the stack of tickets to her city that never set off.
She caught him in a drunken state - in the video, he choked and said:
"Yiyi, I have learned to love, but does she still want me?"
When Jiang Linyue finally told how she had a high fever and broke her knee by the river on the day her grandfather died,
Lu Yun did not defend himself, but gently held her hand:
"From now on, tell me all these things that no one has ever heard before."
Which spring will the love that started from "try" finally go to?
This is a story about dislocation, pain and alignment.
It is a long journey of two imperfect people recreating a Qingming spring with their own hands on the ruins of love.
Intent: This is their entire journey from trainees of love to accomplices of love