When she was twenty-nine, Su Yun lost contact with her boyfriend Xu Dongyang.
His idea of Xiao Lixiang appeared at this moment. He didn't talk much, he looked ordinary, and he just stayed with her quietly. Later, when they got together, she hung a small glass bottle with succulents in his car, thinking that she could go farther this time.
Until one day, he also lost contact.
There was no reply to the two messages, and Su Yun never contacted him again. I'm twenty-nine years old, and I'm already past the age of being sad about this kind of thing.
We met again eight years later, at a gas station.
He said he was also divorced. He said let's go play with you.
Su Yun looked at his face and thought of the small glass bottle - Duosu has long been empty. Like her subsequent marriage that existed in name only, like the empty space in her heart.
Why did he disappear then?
Why is he back now?
And does she still have the courage to ask again?
Intention: About the weight of time and the cost of growth. What those who disappear teach us is not to wait, but how to move forward with regrets. And, when people from the past appear again, do we have the courage to face our former selves?