Architect Su Wanqing received a call from the nursing home while working overtime late at night. Her father had once again behaved abnormally. The company's new director, Chen Mo, questions her design philosophy. Workplace pressure and family burdens form a double attack.
The father who suffers from Alzheimer's disease carved the outline of the old classroom of the Academy of Fine Arts on the wall of the nursing home. This detail reminds of the past twenty years ago. When my father was teaching at the Academy of Fine Arts, he clashed with the school's reformists because of his insistence on traditional oil painting techniques. Reality and memory intertwined in the smell of disinfectant and turpentine. Su Wanqing discovered that the classroom windows painted by her father hid mysteries. There were unfinished portraits hidden in those seemingly messy lines.
