Small Town Story

There is no ups and downs of the plot, only the delicate daily routine like the flow of life; There is no vigorous confession, only the growth of tacit understanding. This is a prose poem composed with sounds and colors. It is a warm story about "discovering beauty" and "understanding each other". In the small town of Qingchuan, where time seems to flow extremely slowly, he and she were just a blurry and quiet shadow in each other's scenery at first. In the bluestone alleys filled with morning light, under the mottled and silent old city walls, in the pavilion under the sun and rain by chance... We casually brushed shoulders again and again, frames of time coexisting in parallel. Until one day, he handed over an audio recording of the first sunshine after the rain, and she shared a page of sketches with his back. Then the sound has color and the picture has sound.