1962, My Name Is Chen Xiaodao

1962, Night. Two teenagers jumped on the fishing boat, followed by hunger and barking dogs. The ship sank. A soul from the future woke up in his body. Forty years later, he stood on the edge of Victoria Harbor. Looking back on his life, he felt that the luckiest thing was not the space where he could change things, but that the fat man never let go on the beach. This is a story about survival.