A book is the beginning of their journey thousands of miles apart.
The world is an apple covered with mold, and life in the north and south is originally distinct. Zhuang Xiaoxu, who was born in the streets of Beijing in Li Mingzhou and grew up on the banks of the Han River, met each other from a distance because of the love of pen and ink.
They looked at each other across the vast mountains and rivers, using words as a boat to convey all the unspeakable young emotions. In the mediocre and incomplete world, the two of them are each other's brief and precious glimmer of light.
The screen separates the world, but it never blocks the resonance. This acquaintance spanning the north and the south is gentle and clear, and it is the cleanest beginning of youth.
But no one knew that this encounter, which started thousands of miles away, hid an unsolvable gap from the moment the pen was written, burying all the undecided endings in the future.
Concept: Distance is never the end of the story.