Jiang Liting, a gloomy and silent young man from Chongqing, like a tree bitten by a cold wave, moved with his divorced mother to the small town of Peng'an on the banks of the Jialing River. A broken family and his mother's high expectations imprisoned him in a cold cage. Until I met Dusk Zhong, a young man born and raised in Peng'an. Like the hottest sun in June in Peng'an, with the unrestrained water of Jialing River and the fireworks of local snacks, I couldn't help but crash into his dark world.
The passion of the evening bell was like a sharp ax cutting ice, knocking stubbornly on Jiang Liting's closed heart. He took him to see the wonder of a hundred cattle crossing the river, to visit the stone road in Zhouzi Ancient Town, and to share a bowl of hot and fragrant Heshu tofu. The evening breeze of the Jialing River and the hearty laughter of the evening bell became the only source of light in Jiang Liting's gloomy youth. Trust quietly grows in the silent peers and fragile conversations on the rooftop, and dependence is like a vine wrapping around the cold wall of the heart.
However, the shadow of Jiang Liting's mother Lin Shufen is like a tarsal maggot. She turned the resentment of life and her out-of-control desire for control into sharp knives, and regarded Dusk Bell as "the unmotivated garbage in a small place" and a stumbling block for her son to escape from Peng'an's "cage". Her contempt turned into a sharp blade, humiliating Mu Zhong in public; her control escalated into violence, tearing Jiang Liting's low-scoring test paper and his weak dignity and hope into cold fragments.
After the college entrance examination, the proximity of physics became a mockery of fate - they were admitted to the same city. But the thorns of fear and self-denial implanted by his mother have been deeply rooted in Jiang Liting's bones. The scars of the evening bell have not yet healed. Love is clearly surging in my heart, but the two of them feel like they are separated by this bank and the other bank of the Jialing River. The panicked greetings of every chance encounter, the complex pain of eye contact, are all silently telling: love is real, regret is real, and not being able to get close is even more real. The love of youth is hot and pure, but in the end it failed to penetrate the heavy haze of the original family. It only carved a moist scar called "Peng'an" in each other's hearts, which is forever separated by the river. The water of Jialing River flows day and night, taking away the short-term light and leaving the eternal sunshine.
Concept: The trauma of the original family is the eternal gap that is difficult to bridge in youthful love.