Fluttering Sleeves, Autumn Wind and Snow

In my senior year, at an accidental high school reunion, five young people who grew up in Shatian, Dongguan—me, He Baixiang, who studied design, Zhang Wang, who entered the factory, Ning Tao, who was preparing to intern as a primary school teacher, and Zhou Shuyao, who was preparing for the law exam—had a sudden idea at the barbecue stall: rent an RV and head north from Guangdong to see the snow. This casual trip starts from the lush greenery of the South, passes through the golden scenery on both sides of the Yangtze River, and heads to the ice and snow of the Northeast. Three thousand kilometers away, in the small space of the RV, five young people who were about to go their separate ways got to know each other and themselves again through tire blowouts, getting lost, quarreling, and late-night conversations. And the layer of window paper between me and Ning Tao that has never been broken was constantly challenged by the three-person assist team during this journey, and finally we got the answer we deserved.