When I was eight years old......
Beside the dry well, Feng Xiaotang constructed a fairy tale that could stand up to the entire cruel world.
He is a partner, a hero, and the only antidote to all his inferiority and loneliness.
It was fear, malice, and the cold reality pressing harder and harder that finally tore this fairy tale into pieces.
What is reality? Is it the "reality" that seeing is believing, or the "fantasy" that once gave us power and love?
"Fairy Tale" - Every misunderstood lonely soul has built a miracle for himself that cannot be tolerated in the world.
