In high school, Chen Yu thought that as long as he remembered Lin Jin's words, he could draw all the maps of the future.
At the graduation reunion, the clear soup noodles in the noodle shop, the old streets that have not been demolished, and the fleeting rumors among the classmates are like a sudden rain, shattering the eternal order that I thought in my youth. Lin Jin chose to go to a wider and more uncertain distance, while Chen Yu ushered in the late collapse and reconstruction among the architectural drawings and bricks and tiles of the old alley.
In those days washed away by rain and pushed forward by time, Su Wan's camera always quietly recorded the light and shadow on the street corner and the unspoken gaze.
It turns out that some light stays in memory to illuminate the path that one walks alone later; while some people have already entered the deepest part of the scenery without knowing it.
——"Architects describe the future, but news records reality. In those forgotten old times, we finally learned how to say goodbye well and meet again."
