Qingjin Turbid Wine: a Pot of Wine to Pay Homage to the Past

In Qingxi Town, where sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, the sound of gunfights in the video hall hides the young man's dream of being in the world. Li He once yelled at his father, "I won't be your shadow." He once agreed with Li Mengxia to "take the exam to the provincial capital together." But the choice of youth is never up to anyone. He dropped out of school and went south, suffering a severe head injury; she was forced to go on a blind date and hid her college dream; they went their separate ways and experienced the bitterness of life in the tide of the times. We met again after many years, the fire was blazing and the wine was in our throats. Some people say, "I made a lot of money, but lost my home." Some people say, "I kept my stability, but lost my distance." Some people said, "I went to college, but I was left alone." It turns out that this love can only be remembered, it is not only love, but also us, that period of youth in chaos.