In 1978, it was a spring.
As an intellectual young man, he returned to the town where he grew up, and accidentally met the man in his life.
He is dignified and handsome, just like a young man from the upper class society of Western capitalism, and his simple colors cannot hide his brilliance.
Once you see someone, you will always be wrong; if you don't see someone, you will always be wrong.
He and his love, in a taboo era, in different class positions, what will be waiting for them.
The bell of the new century is ringing. Can we finally love openly and honestly?