In the Centennial Concert Hall, Li Suizhi, who has become a new violin star, stood under the gilded dome and stared at the man in a suit and leather shoes: "Now, am I qualified to invite Professor Song for a cup of coffee?" Song Heng finally saw clearly that the little girl who asked him in the office, "Has Li Shangyin ever loved Song Huayang?" Had long since lost her childishness, and was knocking on the ethical wall he had painstakingly built with the attitude of a jade and a stone.
When Li Suizhi's right leg was pinned down by a collapsed beam at the archaeological site, Song Heng's fingers peeled away the broken bricks with his bare hands, dripping with blood, and he finally screamed out the delusions he had buried for many years. In the hospital corridor where the rain was pouring, under the blood-stained white shirt, the ruler that had been standing for many years finally broke.
When the mask of being a role model peels off in desire, the forbidden seeds that were buried in chalk dust finally grow into a prairie fire in the adult world. It turns out that the most thrilling archeology is to discover with your own hands the sincerity buried deep in the dust of time.
Concept: Love transcends status and age