Rest in Peace

In July in the south of the Yangtze River, the rice paper is left blank, and the moon is lost in the river. Shen Yunshu was trapped for eighteen years in order to organize his life. The landscapes he wrote lost their charm. On a piece of paper "crossing", only the light ink was left hanging. A game, a strange world. She stepped into the canyon in the name of "Yunshu Crossing the Moon" and turned the white space of traditional Chinese painting into a team battle mentality. She unexpectedly met the mysterious jungler of ID Zhenyue Tingfeng. Hundreds of double queue games, together all night long. He is a man of few words, but knows all her subtle preferences by heart; he always stays behind her in team battles, blocking the hustle and bustle of the world in front of him; when others criticize her operation, he withdraws his defense in a flash, hiding his restrained heartbeat. He said that he was leaning on the moon and listening to the wind, just waiting for someone to cross the river; she said that the clouds dispersed and the moon came out, hoping to find a way to cross the river. She used the scenery of the canyon to paint a scroll called "Moon Crossing Scroll"; he hid at the negotiating table late at night, single-handedly holding up the team that was on the verge of destruction. In the virtual canyon, they connected without words; in the real world, he hid his three identities of Lu Family Capital, the boss behind the youth training, and the anonymous coach, quietly waiting for their first meeting under the ginkgo tree in September. Lie on the moon and listen to the wind, and the clouds will float across the moon. An inkstone, a valley of stars, a midsummer encounter, a two-way tenderness spanning the canyon and the human world.