To my wind-like husband - he is quiet, free, and his soul is full of hot residual warmth.
Photographer Xiang Fenggu returns to Yunyi Town every year just to take pictures of the forgotten "souls".
Yan Xilou, a cultural protector, has been running around among the ruins all year round, just to leave proof of time. However, he was disrupted by an unexpected person during encounters again and again.
From the umbrella they first met, to the danger on the cliff, from the carvings in the old house, to the beer on the rooftop, they changed from strangers to guardians, from observers to fellow travelers, and became the same wind, setting off together and flying away together.
Someone asked him: "Why is it wind?"
He said: "Because the wind is silent, it can always carry the seeds far away."
Someone asked him: "Why him?"
He said: "Because he saw what I didn't see."
This is a story about "seeing" and "protecting".
Mr. Wind-like doesn't just refer to him. It can be you, it can be me, or it can be everyone who is still willing to move forward silently for beauty, truth, and love in ordinary days.
People who are like the wind will eventually meet their lovers who are like the wind.
——We will meet eventually, in the wind.
Intention: freedom, protection, love and beauty, slowness and truth