In the autumn of 2008, the opening ceremony of Hangzhou High School. Lin Chuxia was reading the freshman representative draft on the stage, while Gu Yu was drawing her sketch in the last row. She thought he wasn't listening, but in fact he drew her and wrote a line of small words next to it - that was the secret he had hidden for fifteen years.
This is a story about miss and reunion, and a love letter to Hangzhou. The Jay Chou we chased after in those years, the B2 bus we squeezed past, and the Zhiwei Guandingsheng cake we ate are all here.
Hangzhou knows all the secrets. Now, you know it too.
Intention: Each shines brightly, and then we meet at the top