In the first year that Lin Zhaoyu came to S city to teach, he encountered a typhoon that only happens once in ten years. The subway was out of service and her mobile phone was only 1% left. She was trapped in an empty teaching building and mistakenly sent "Can you pick me up" to an old number she had only been with for one day three years ago.
Seventeen minutes later, Wen Rui appeared at the school gate holding a broken umbrella. He was soaked to the skin, but he still laughed at her: "Teacher Lin, your skill in finding people is still so bad."
Three years ago, on the train from Shaoxing to Xiamen, they shared an old map, a sea breeze and an unfinished joke. She thought it was just an episode during the journey, but he remembered it for three years.
After the reunion, Lin Zhaoyu took his students to make a micro-film, and Wen Rui became an external instructor. Old maps, typhoon nights, and unfinished scripts surfaced step by step. She finally asked him: Is it me you like, or the me you wrote about?
This time, what Wen Rui has to learn is not to write her into the story, but to walk towards her in reality.
Intention: True love is not to write the other person into a beautiful image, but to respect the specific person and learn to bear, choose and protect in reality.