Jiang Yucen clutched the crumpled ticket and escaped from his hometown where he had been trapped for half his life during the typhoon. The strong wind and heavy rain shattered the car windows. He was like an uprooted duckweed, stumbling on the streets of a strange city, and was finally picked up under the eaves of a house with a heating lamp on.
Xie Linchun, the young man who opened the door, had a fog in his eyes that couldn't be cleared away - the typhoon that took away his parents also dug a hole in his heart. Two people who were crushed by the storm shared a bowl of hot soup under the same roof, read side by side in the shadow of the camphor in the early morning, and exchanged the unspoken past under the lamp in the middle of the night.
They all thought they were fragments abandoned by the world, but they didn't understand until they met each other: the typhoon that swept everything had already prepared the most precious gift for them - you are willing to squat down and accompany me to slowly put the broken life back together.
Concept: A group portrait of mutual redemption of youth