Cheng Yiyao is a transfer student from thousands of miles away. He is a master in science and carries a camera with him.
Because his parents were temporarily deployed abroad, he settled in Jianhe, a small town in southeastern Guizhou, and was enveloped in the humid and strange feeling of the mountain city all day long. In the evenings when no one is with him, he always lingers under the statue of Yang Asha, taking in the sunset over the Qingshui River into his lens one by one.
Song Yao is a native Miao girl who is familiar with the river breeze and twilight of this small town.
She bumped into a young man from out of town who was filming alone and was willing to be his guide. She walked with him along the riverside trail, stood on the Yang Asha Bridge and watched the rushing river, and visited the bustling night market on the riverside.
A midsummer encounter is a two-way redemption.
His loneliness in a foreign land was slowly ironed out by her tenderness, and her ordinary and quiet youth was also rippled by his arrival.
The camera freezes the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers, hiding the heartbeat that is not dare to be expressed openly.
But from the moment they met, it was destined that he was just a passer-by who stopped briefly, and she was the returnee who stayed here.
There is no bloody dispute, no third party, and no fierce quarrel.
They clearly knew that the road ahead was separated by mountains and seas, and that thrill only belonged to the short summer in Jianhe.
Summer is coming, and the young man is quietly traveling far away.
Later, the river moon still fell over the Qingshui River every year, and Asha stood there as before. Crowds of people came and went in the square, but there was no longer a figure side by side.
Intention: Meeting is a gift, but it may not have an ending. The teenagers redeemed each other and briefly illuminated each other's youth. However, they were limited by their respective life trajectories and could not stay together. The scenery of mountains and rivers remains unchanged forever, and young passers-by will eventually go away. Regret is also a real part of youth.