"There Are No Fireflies on the Street of Fireflies"
The reunion of Shen Zhixia and Lu Zhiguang took place on a summer night in Liuying Street filled with the fragrance of locust flowers. When they were seventeen years old, they stepped on the fireflies on the river embankment and promised to stay together. However, they were separated by a sudden change, leaving only extinguished light spots all over the street and unspoken farewells.
Many years later, Shen Zhixia returned to the old street with the dusty picture folder. Lu Zhiguang had already become a silent shopkeeper of a watch repair shop in the alley. The gears turning at his fingertips concealed the past of the two people crushed by time. The old bookstalls on the old streets, the walls covered with moss, and the attics with lights on late at night are all quietly piecing together the forgotten truth.
When the last firefly flew away from their palms, they realized that there was no eternal light on Liuying Street, but there was obsession and redemption that spanned the years. Those missed moments were flowing back to each other in the evening wind.
