In the year after she first became a doctoral student, Chen Lu's life seemed to be thrown into a whirlpool of complete disorder: scientific research stagnated, her best friend graduated and left school, and her first love, which she had never completely let go of, suddenly announced her marriage on a social platform. And the slight friction in the living habits of her new roommate made it difficult for her to breathe even in her own space.
On a dull and confusing afternoon, a message from my tutor came unexpectedly - an opportunity to go to Beijing Peking University for a two-year exchange. It was in that strange city and top university that she met Pei Zhi.
He is smart, self-disciplined, rigorous and dedicated to academics, but warm and sincere towards people. His appearance was like a beam of light, shining silently into her dark and confusing years of scientific research.
Her secret love has since become a protracted "single-blind experiment" in the laboratory. He is the protagonist who is focused on nothing, and she is the observer hidden behind the experimental design, recording all the data and fluctuations related to him, but completely hiding herself behind the "blind method". All heartbeat signals and sour variables are sealed only in her experimental records and will never see the light of day.
It wasn't until she wrote the conclusion to this hopeless solitary heartbeat, and was about to clear the data and leave quietly - that the "experimental subject" who was always under observation reached out to stop her. With a persistence she had never expected, he tried to carve a new intersection in her established trajectory.
The beginning of their story is a round of dialogue that lasts until late at night, the ecstasy and comfort of "it turns out you understand" when souls collide; and the ending of the story is not immune to the commonplace - it is the indifference that cannot be avoided when breaking up, and the sharp words that peel off the scars of each other in the dispute.
It turns out that her love with him is no different from most unsatisfactory stories in this world.
Concept: When the dream of "our" is broken, the gap exposed just shines into the existence of "my". What she rebuilt with her own hands was an independent world centered on no one.