She is brave, passionate, dares to love and hate, and also knows how to bow her head and endure.
He has ideals and talents, but is stubborn and reckless.
Her love for him never happened out of thin air. In her eyes, he was sparkling. It was exactly what she was missing when she was confused at the beginning, and it was also the preciousness that she wanted to protect from the bottom of her heart. Therefore, when she promised him to set off fireworks together in Beijing during the New Year, when she was full of longing for "the sea" in Beijing, even if she was crowded in a cramped rental house, even if she had to face the loneliness and embarrassment of a foreign land alone, she always gritted her teeth and supported her, never gave up, and finally waited for him to come.
He has really done enough. Because he is responsible, he cannot blindly let her accompany him to pursue his dreams and spend year after year when he cannot see the future. He hopes that she can buy the things she likes, that her home can be equipped with air conditioning, and that she can live more comfortably. But the "opponents" are getting stronger and stronger, and they are dizzy and riddled with wounds from the reality.
The most touching part of this relationship is never the one-sided contribution, but the tacit understanding and support in both directions. The two had communicated candidly, agreeing that "no matter how hard the life is, we can bear it together" and that they came to Beijing to realize their dreams. But life is never static. As the environment changes, new opportunities and challenges come one after another. External temptations and frauds hide risks, the pressure from family members, and the experiences of friends... Little by little affects the mentality of the two people, and makes them face choices again and again at the crossroads of life.
We always look back at the choices we made at the age of twenty at the intersection of the thirty-year-old, and look at the lighthouse of the thirty-year-old at the platform of the twenty-year-old, but we forget the simple happiness of those years, and forget that the waves are carving youth into the shape of pearls. That evening when I couldn't hold hands, the sunset had already been carved into the folds of my pupils. We always like to calculate the outcome of whether they fall in love again, as if they are verifying and compromising with fate again and again.
But what is truly unforgettable is the fireworks that were not set off, the companionship of the puppet bears, and the time spent together in the rental house. These fragments that are destined to dissipate are developed into films that will never fade in the darkroom of memory. Those distant places that cannot be reached have already grown into mountains and rivers in the palm of our hands in the folds of trekking.
Concept: All "endings", from the perspective of a lifetime, are actually just a certain moment.