In Hong Kong in 1916, Cheng Wangshu, a Shanghainese lady, went to Hong Kong at the request of her family. Carrying a book called "New Moon Collection" full of her thoughts and the pursuit of new ideals, she met mixed-race reporter Shen Nanxing - her short hair was like a gun, her camera was like a gun, and her brooch was like a red bean.
The night wind on the Peak of Victoria wrapped up Tagore's poems, and the broken glass from the parade scratched the cheongsam. When the Cheng family's letters were chased to Xiangjiang and artillery fire exploded in Songhu at dawn, they called out from the dock:
"Wait until spring comes."
"Spring is in the smoke."
Six years later, in a field hospital, the blood-stained "Crescent Moon Collection" reunited with the red bean brooch. She tightened her scalpel hand:
"Is it too late to create a new world now?"
——In troubled times, love and freedom will never fade away.
Intention: Individuals use small love to resist the crushing of grand narratives and rebuild human subjectivity on the ruins of the times.