"Look, my trauma is huge."
Shan Yunshu always said this sentence with a smile, like a harmless joke. Only he himself knows how many invisible wounds caused by his mother's harsh criticism and excessive expectations are hidden under those band-aids on his body. He was good at performing happiness, until he met the young man who used a drone to see his tears on that quiet rooftop.
In Fang Ji'an's world, there are no unnecessary words. The frequency of the model aircraft and the trajectory in the sky are his only languages. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only use a roll of blue electrical tape to clumsily respond to the tearful joke.
From then on, a person who is accustomed to silence begins to learn "repair"; a person who is accustomed to smiling finally dares to show "cracks". This is a story about how to love you in the weirdest way - using my aircraft to measure the boundaries of your trauma; using my smile to navigate your silent world.
Intention: Warm the heart