When I was seventeen years old, I was exiled to Tokyo by a man named "Miyamoto".
Under the cold white lights of Narita Airport, my name is Miyamoto Ishigami.
Hidden in the verandah of Hayakura Tian's house are the red leather shoes that his mother did not take away thirty years ago.
On the steps of Nishihara High School, there was a girl who always turned basketballs around and called me "Tough Guy".
She said my Japanese was like a telegraph, but when I was driven crazy by garbage sorting, she whispered:
"Everyone who lives here has fought this battle."
The electrolyte water she handed over was so bright and dazzling that it made me feel for the first time that the pain of Bingmei was nothing more than this.
This is a story about how a zero-degree boy was slowly thawed by a bowl of oden, a calico cat, a girl who always smiled, and the keychain that accidentally collided.
Purpose: To tell the story of a young man who grew up in the cracks of culture, how to break his self-isolation in a new environment, learn to accept and connect, and complete his self-search from "spiritual exile" to "spiritual belonging".
· Deeper intention: explore the definition and reconstruction of "home" - home is not just a concept of blood relationship and geography, but also an "emotional community" built by daily companionship, shared secrets and moments of mutual healing.