Lin Boyu's ups and downs in the first twenty years of his life, from the wind-swept Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to the hazy Jiangnan water towns,
It combines a fantasy birth, innocent childhood, and twisted youth.
Life is like a market, where people gather but don't stay for a long time; life is like an inn, where passers-by rest and then leave.
Among the people coming and going, he originally thought that life was a sea of seas, and he didn't need to worry about whether he stayed or left.
But he never thought that the clouds given by fate were enough to create a beautiful dusk for him.
Xiao Yanqing never thought that his youth would be cursed by a drop of tears.
The key to unlocking the curse is hidden in the corners of Lin Boyu's slightly raised mouth.
Intention: May there be enough clouds in our lives to create a beautiful dusk.