Castle in the Heart

This is a slow-motion replay about "waiting". Song Tao spent 17 years turning a unresolved secret love into a novel "The Castle in the Heart" - which contains the scent of mangoes in the repeat class, tiptoe hugs at the crossroads, unspoken confessions, and the disconnected youth 2,000 kilometers away. He thought the story had been settled, but at 0:17 one morning, he sent the novel to the girl with the note "11". He thought this was just fulfilling his promise, but he didn't expect that he would say, "All my aspirations back then were for Beijing." It turns out that those who thought it was a one-way rush were always missed in both directions. It turned out that she was also waiting, waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to open his mouth, waiting for him to "say he loves me" as the song said. If the first volume is Song Tao's recovery of youth from time as an adult, the second volume is a brief history of youth growth, and the third volume is the fragments he picked up with his own hands and carved word by word with a writing knife into a memorial of "eternal youth." Here, you will see the boy who made her laugh by singing "The First Time" in the math self-study class, the boy who clumsily apologized after making her cry in the physics class, the fool who kept mosquitoes away for her all night, and the "young man" who cried until early morning at the train station holding the manuscript of his novel. Concept: In the era of instant love, the most sincere emotions will not be diluted by time, but will be compressed into a denser form. When the two-way rush becomes a two-way miss due to the misalignment of time and space, time does not dilute the affection, but refines it into a purer form - not seeking results, just remembering. The work explores how modern people use slowness and truth to fight against forgetfulness, making secret love the ultimate romance against time, and when words become the only messenger, those unspoken loves will eventually be overprinted in the repeated salvage of memories into a never-fading negative of life.