Xie Ci never thought that at the age of thirty, his life would be a mess.
Late at night in Xierqi, Beijing, he came out of the company, holding in his hand the physical examination report that said "moderate anxiety disorder, it is recommended to rest immediately." The glass window of the last subway train reflected a strange yet familiar face - it was me who came to Beijing seven years ago with great enthusiasm.
He resigned from his job, checked out of his house, and bought a ferry ticket to Dongji Island. There is no plan, no return date, I just want to find a place where I can hear the sound of the waves and have a good sleep.
But he never expected that he would meet Xu Nian painting the sunrise at the beach at four in the morning.
That was his high school classmate, his first love, the girl he lost inexplicably ten years ago. The sea breeze blew into his eyes the look of astonishment when she turned back. At that moment, Xie Ci felt that fate was probably playing tricks on him.
A man who cannot escape his past, and a woman who guards the island. A dilapidated old house built on the edge of a cliff, and a reunion ten years late. When the neon lights of the city stopped shining into the sea, and when the wounds of the past were blown away bit by bit by the sea breeze, they discovered that some people never appeared to say goodbye.
This is a story about escape and return, miss and reunion. I write to all the people who have lost themselves in the big city, and also to the person you never had time to say goodbye to.
