A story about separation and reunion, a little sour, a little sweet, a little bitter, harvesting joy in the ordinary.
Ji Xiangxiang: In this quiet Jiangnan town, the most beautiful poem of my youth is buried.
Xinglin: You are not that kind of literary person. Let me put it another way.
Ji Xiangxiang: You accidentally farted upstream of the wind, and I was blown away downstream. Ten years later, you said you would never eat randomly again. I reluctantly believed you, so I came back.
Xinglin: Well, you are right.
Ji Xiangxiang:......
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