In the late autumn evening in the Northeast, Wu Jinhe from the south met Han Xiaoran from the north for the first time.
One is gentle and restrained, the other is sharp and flamboyant; one has never traveled far, and the other has just returned.
They met each other in the crowd and got close when the wind blew.
When Wu Jinhe first arrived, he carefully looked at the world. At a certain moment when their eyes met, he was struck into the heart by a boy with an expressionless face but stubborn eyes.
Han Xiaoran walked out of a broken relationship with thorns all over his body, but he felt the long-lost tranquility and warmth in Wu Jinhe's eyes.
This is a story about two boys about growing up and healing, getting closer and missing each other.
The wind blew from the south, passing through the vast streets and alleys, and also stirred the little throbbing that had been hidden in their hearts for a long time.
——When the evening breeze blows, some people's hearts will flutter.
Intention: Learn to love and be loved at the age when the wind blows
