The plum rain in Xunjiang is long and humid, and the wind in Huaixiang Lane blows through the young people who no one cares about.
Wen Qiao's youth was a time of cautious sojourn, quiet and forbearing, with a stubborn and lonely courage hidden in his heart.
Lu Jin's young man is like the biting evening wind that no one has tamed. He was born in the mud, has an unruly temperament, and is covered with a layer of coldness that repels people thousands of miles away.
The two people who had nothing in common in the alley had quietly become each other's exceptions in countless dusk and evening breezes.
Side by side on the river embankment, sharing an umbrella on a rainy night, the green heartbeat is hidden in every look at each other and every inch of inadvertent closeness.
The ambiguity that no one knows and the preference that grows silently are the gentlest salvation in the dark years.
The old city remains as usual year after year, and the evening breeze comes back and forth year after year.
Meeting some people is the heaviest bond in life.
The wind blows up the old city, and it is gentle at night.
Intention: comfort each other in the muddy growth, and two-way redemption in the barren years.