Red Tears

In Wuyuan, Jiangxi, the picturesque scenery attracted the famous oil painter Zhao Zichuan. Zhao Zichuan temporarily lives in Wuyuan Middle School where Yatou is studying. A seventeen-year-old girl dreamed of a star river. The river was full of stars, winding and stretching into the distance. The girl's sadness is like a river full of stars. She grew up in a family with a violent father, and spent her teenage years growing up in anger and indifference. She completed her diligent and poverty-stricken college years in rebellion and escape. There is only one wish in her heart, to walk around, like the grass called dandelion, blowing in the wind... The girl's future lies beyond the reach of Xingjianghe. Under the guidance of an oil painter, the girl went to college to major in fine arts. Life was unsustainable during her studies, so it was the painter who provided for her to graduate from university. Under his arrangement, she left Wuyuan and became a teacher in the dream city of Beihai, Guangxi. The painter's whereabouts are uncertain, but every spring, when the milkvetch blooms to the horizon, he will go to Beihai to sketch or meet friends. Many years later, the painter hugged the girl and burst into tears. He said: In fact, love begins in the small town of Wuyuan. It's like there is a gorgeous feast waiting there. You can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it for a lifetime. A talented painter who is more than thirty years older, a lover with the scent of sandalwood and passionate kisses, a loving elder who turns love into every bit of care. The painter's love accompanied the girl in her previous life. However, the girl still cannot escape the fate of beauty. God is jealous of beauty. First love is beautiful, as evidenced by the round moon. However, due to the intolerance of the world, the girl was deceived again and again, and was traumatized both physically and mentally. The girl almost pointed a knife at her, and her lover Gang, who was frightened by her mother's power, never showed up again. Later, the girl met Nanke, a sculptor who was also a fallen man from the end of the world. They had sympathy for each other because of their similar illness, talent and beauty. They thought they could grow old together from now on, but Nanke, who suffered from depression, gave up his persistence in life. The girl wants to cry but has no tears. "Girl, girl..." There is always the call of the painter in my ears, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes real and sometimes illusory... The painter who followed the girl all the way from Xingjiang River, his pity and gentle hug made the girl nostalgic and also made the girl in a trance, because he could not give the girl even a night...