Lin Zhaoye believes that broken things can be repaired, but not people.
Seven years after his father disappeared, he guarded an old antique repair shop that was about to be repossessed, repairing clocks, repairing umbrellas, and connecting disconnected wires for neighbors. Until Grandma Chen sent an alarm clock that stopped at 7:14 - when the repair was completed, ninety seconds of yesterday flashed in the clock: a hand was hidden in the surveying base map, and another voice said, don't let them erase that road.
This is not a miracle that can see through the past. Old objects only show fragments related to scars, and the truth still needs to be pieced together through visits, files, and selections; Lin Zhaoye will temporarily lose his color vision every time he looks at it again. But when his father's back appeared in the second old thing, he walked into the old shopping mall along the damaged things.
Some people want to preserve a shared memory, while others just want a project to start on time. The last thing Lin Zhaoye wanted to repair may never have been one thing.
