The last day of November.
In Phoenix Town, the wind was roaring.
Zhou Yun stood in front of the house she'd been living in, and took a group photo with all the crew members.
"See you again in summer." Wen Bing said.
Everyone clapped.
These twenty-odd days of shooting, everyone had fought side by side here, creating together—and also living together. For them, this was a very precious memory.
Zhou Yun and Liu Yun packed their things; half the suitcase was filled with food Xiuxiu's mother had brought them—homemade cured meat, dried radish peel, chili sauce, perilla cakes and so on.
Before leaving, Zhou Yun specially went to buy a farewell gift for Xiuxiu.
She said, "Xiuxiu, next time we meet it'll be summer already, don't forget Aunt Xiao Yun, okay?"
Xiuxiu said, "I won't forget."
Zhou Yun smiled and patted Xiuxiu on the head.
When she left here, Zhou Yun felt a kind of vague, hollow loss.
