The Wind on the Rooftop Blows Past 26 Years Old

This is a story about "stay" and "farewell". Chen Mo, a photographer in an old red-brick alley, guards a box of damp old photo albums, as well as the unspoken concerns of his youth; Su Wan, a new editor, moves into this shared house with the scars of the past, but in the humidity of the rainy season, he discovers that there are unspoken thoughts hidden under every eaves. Their lives are like the dandelion in the alley, seemingly scattered and wandering, but taking root at a certain corner - on the rooftop where old photos are aired, at the dining table where they share a bowl of hot soup, and under the lamp where they talk on rainy nights, the two strangers gradually understand each other's tenderness hidden in silence. There are no earth-shattering adventures here, only the sharing of water and electricity bills in the rental contract, the faded smiles in the photo album, and the shirts that never dry during the rainy season; there are no grand confessions, only the tacit understanding of "I remember you like to drink warm coffee", the care of "you look better when photographed from this angle", and the agreement of "let's go see dandelions together after the rain stops". When old things from the past meet new tenants, when unspoken longings meet cautious approaches, they will eventually understand: the so-called destination is never a certain house, but someone who is willing to dry the damp memories for you, plant a white rose for you during the rainy season, and accompany you to wait for a dandelion to bloom. Under the eaves, among the fireworks, there is always unexpected warmth, which slowly turns into the sweetness of life in the humid time.