I am Lin Zhi, a vicious blogger who makes a living by criticizing bad movies.
What I am best at is stepping on other people's hard work into the mud, and then using a microscope to analyze the particle size of the mud. In my latest video, I scolded my ex-boyfriend Lu Yang's new movie that had just been released. It had 12 million views, 370,000 likes, and the comment section was full of applause.
That was the most successful video in my life.
That night, I picked him up next to the trash can in front of my house. My whole body was wet and drunk, my right index finger was bleeding, and my face was smeared with the soup from the frozen dumplings I had boiled. The first thing he said when he saw me was: "Good scolding. Say it again."
I should have sprayed him in the face with pepper spray, called the police, locked the door, and wiped him out of my life.
I dragged him home.
Don't ask me why. Asking is a mean thing. Asking is out of curiosity. The question is - I want to see how bad this man who ruined my love, betrayed my trust, and made bad movies for six years really is.
I swear I just wanted to get back at him.
I swear I just want him to fall in love with me again and dump him.
I swear I have no intention of opening his white box that has been locked for six years.
There are two hundred and thirty-seven letters in the box, and the same sentence is written at the end of each letter——
"It rained today. Does your knee hurt?"
He remembered that I had injured my knee.
He remembered that I would feel pain on rainy days.
Each of the six years of bad movies he made was repaying a debt for me that I didn't even know existed. He nailed himself to the pillar of shame as a "bad film director" in order to block a more vicious person from stepping on me and ascending to the throne.
