When ink meets oil paint, does it collide or blend?
He tore off my painting, but secretly picked it up and glued it back together.
He splashed ink all over me, but it became an indelible mark on my heart.
Zhou Xuehong—comes from a family of traditional Chinese painters. He is cold and distant, and the landscapes he writes have their own character.
Cui Yueming - a mixed-race talented painter, who is unbridled and unbridled, with the most passionate colors always jumping on the canvas.
An unexpected collision at a recruitment meeting forces two completely different souls to meet.
Zhou Xuehong hated Cui Yueming's unruliness, but couldn't help but copy the light and shadow in his paintings late at night; Cui Yueming hated Zhou Xuehong's rigid dogma, but began to secretly add pine smoke ink colors to his palette.
When Eastern ink meets Western oil paint, when restraint meets enthusiasm, when Feihong meets the bright moon——
They use their paintbrushes to express their feelings that cannot be expressed verbally, and hide their most secret confessions between the paint and the fragrance of ink.
You are the brightest color on my canvas.
You are the only blank space on my rice paper.
——Until the incident at the art festival, until the tube of titanium dioxide paint that was fought over, until Zhou Xuehong's father tore up their collaborative painting in public...
Cui Yueming, we're done here.
Zhou Xuehong, you are lying. Your paintings are all about me.
Campus BL, art student setting, dual academic masters, redemption orientation
When the restrained lose control, when the enthusiastic learn to wait
An aesthetic game about art, growth and love
The bright moon among the pines will eventually meet again.
Intention: In the collision of Eastern and Western aesthetics, find the courage to break the shackles, and let completely different souls blend under the ink and moonlight.