Xiaoqianjin understands the actor as a man, as an art practitioner, and as a partner. The same goes for the actor. He can see the little daughter's elegance, her arrogance, and even a trace of her true feelings.
Both of them have their own wisdom, but there is a fatalistic sadness between them.
Maybe the painting just isn't cool enough. You have to hear the rustling of poplar leaves with your own ears to understand why that dream makes people fascinated.
Intention: growth
