Wenxu was released from prison when he heard about the death of his sister Wenxin. He didn't understand whether six years in prison was worth it. These six years of silence and humiliation suddenly collapsed. Walking into the basement full of memories, this is Wenxin's studio. Apart from the withered flowers on the floor, there is only one painting left in the studio. Looking at the painting, Wenxu thought thoughtfully: Maybe this painting is the evidence she left for me? Find evidence of the truth.
After biding farewell to six years of normal life, he stood in front of the classroom at a loss, looking at the students in front of him. He was actually their teacher. This was something he could never have imagined in prison, and even found it ridiculous. He gradually walked into his own life.
Wenxu: Gradually, I lost control of myself. I instinctively looked for you and him, instinctively missed him, and instinctively loved him.
Tang Zihan: "I don't want to call you teacher or uncle anymore. I've had enough. Can I call you by your name?"
Concept: As his uncle and his teacher, how should I accept the love he gives me?
