Escape to Wind Chime Lane

Wen Li dressed up as Baozi's eldest sister who was forced by a patriarchal family to exchange marriages for betrothal gifts. She flipped the table on the spot and cut off all her relatives with a knife. She wanted to get back the savings left by her mother for a lot of money and fled to a humid tea town on the border of Yunnan. The place is hot and humid, closed-off, and a mixture of fish and dragons. Chinese and Vietnamese border residents come and go. The moss in Fengling Alley climbs to the root of the wall. Oil stains are mixed with rainwater in the dilapidated repair shops. In the back alley of the arcade, Wen Li bumped into Shen Zhou, the beloved son of God who had been held up to the altar in his childhood. Nowadays, his hands are greasy and his eyes are desolate. He is a thorny car repairman who is despised by everyone in the town. He chewed on his cigarette and said in a hoarse voice: "Get away." But Wen Li knew that there was always an unfilled aviation university application form hidden in the inner pocket of his torn jacket. "Shen Zhou, I have no home, can you take me in?" He sneered and turned around, but on the next rainy night, he silently blocked all the malicious glances for her. From pretending to be weak and living together, to working side by side; from surviving after being separated from each other, to escaping together. Three years of youth, the wind in Fengling Lane blew through every page of the paper. In the end, they walked into the college entrance examination room together, tore through the haze of the town and rushed to their respective lights. "I am not a dodder flower. I am your accomplice and your destination."