On Xichun Street in the spring, the fluttering begonias at the street entrance are imprinted on the corners of the pure white clothes of a boy riding a bicycle. The breeze blows through the alleys, and the scent of flowers that have been brewed for hundreds of years comes to your nostrils. This is the only remaining memory and affection that Nanyi has for this place. This is the rare tenderness of Xichun Street.
Concept: No matter how dark a place is, there are beautiful corners, and the boy itself is tenderness and redemption.