At the excavation site of the ancient temple in Jiangnan, Tangzhi met Cheng Liao for the first time.
He sat on a wooden beam from the Song Dynasty that was not allowed to bear weight, with the camera pointed at her and a careless smile on his lips.
She raised her head and took a photo with an expressionless face and sent it to his work.
This is their first round. She wins.
Later, she dug up thousand-year-old pottery pieces in an ancient tomb, and he took pictures of Ming Dynasty paintings on the cornices.
Her world went downwards, deeper into the earth layer by layer, becoming more and more certain as she went.
His world moves upward, climbing along the brackets and eaves. No one can stop him as he climbs higher and higher.
Tangzhi thought Cheng Liao was just a wisp of smoke that passed by her construction site and drifted away.
Cheng Liao thought Tangzhi was just a lamp that shone through his viewfinder and went out when he turned it off.
Until a national treasure is unearthed, revealing secrets that have been buried for hundreds of years.
Some want it gone forever.
And she and him became the last line of defense.
At night when the wooden tower was about to collapse, he pushed her out.
She turned around and saw the beam falling behind him.
"Cheng Liao——"
This time, the smoke didn't clear.
It fell on the crabapple branch and took root.
She is the sun, which turns into mud when it falls to the ground.
He was a wisp of smoke that lingered until the end and became her shadow.
Intention: In a world where forgetting has become the norm, a momentary heartbeat can become eternity