I like to build parallel worlds in words and believe that every story has countless possibilities. I prefer the delicate thoughts of youth and am good at using daily fragments to piece together the heartbeats hidden in time.
When writing "Misplaced Stars", I was always thinking: If the people in the story knew their endings, what different choices would they make? Hence the story of a girl who wears books and a boy who is a scholar - I want to use the chirping of cicadas in the summer of Jiangzhou and the starlight of the observatory to tell a story about "correction" and "preference" in youth: it turns out that all the established trajectories are not worth the real desire to move toward you at a certain moment.
The style of the work is warm, sweet and healing, and it is used to hiding sugar in the details. I hope this story of Pi with a time-travel setting can remind you of the names and thoughts hidden on the back of the scratch paper when you were seventeen.
