The fog locks Xiangxi, and the wind crosses Sichuan and Guangdong.
At the age of thirty-five, Cheng Yu regained his passion by the fire pond in his hometown. He and Lu met through the traces of their homeland and stayed together across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
He hopes to stay together without reservation, and he is used to being alone and alienated. From the tenderness when they first met in Jishou, to the affectionate embrace in Guangzhou, to the estrangement that arises in the rain and fog in Guilin.
Love heats up in the rush, and slowly cools down in the concealment. When all temptations come to nothing and all efforts to stay are in vain, then we realize that some encounters are just a passing regret.
The vast sea of people, the vast distance between Sichuan and Guangdong, and the beloved past will eventually disperse into the mountains and rivers with the evening wind.
Concept: Love has nothing to do with distance, appearance, or time.