In the late autumn art museum, a painting full of red maples interrupted the first encounter between Tang Yan and Zhan Feng. She is an observer who is accustomed to recording moments with her lens and pen tip, and her fingertips always rub the canvas bag straps to reveal tiny bits of tension; he is an intruder with a careless sense of alienation, but when picking up a brochure, his fingertips will inadvertently pass over the tip of her shoes, and he can accurately catch the temptation hidden in her lens.
Zhou Siyan's whooping is like a lead, connecting the smoke of the barbecue stall and the silence of the art gallery, and making the vague tension between the two more and more clear - he will laugh and wave his hands to break her little thoughts when captured by the camera; she will stare at his back stretched by the sunset after rejecting the invitation.
The smiling face frozen in the camera, the back hidden in the corner of the desk, and the warmth spreading in the phrase "see you next time" all say: Some encounters are like impressionist paintings. At first glance, they are sparse and cold, but upon closer inspection, they are full of unhidden, layered heartbeats.
This is a slow-burning story about trial and approach that begins in an art gallery and is soaked in the sunset and fireworks.
Intention: love at first sight