For some people, the first time you meet is the last time you meet them.
In 2007, when Kaixin. Com was booming, a junior girl bought a person named Zhen Qin through the "Friend Trading". She chose him to sing, and he replied "Thank you" to her. Over and over again, it becomes a habit.
Their late-night "come on" and the anxiety of waiting for news are all hidden in a website called Kaixin. Com, hidden in the audio transmitted through the phone, hidden in the expectation of the phone vibrating occasionally.
Later she discovered that he had a slave that he had kept for a year without selling it; he had a profound memory of "three-point sugar".
Later, he joined the job and came to see her wearing a police uniform.
That was the first and last side.
Some words are hard to explain, and some people are difficult to retain.
Later, no one was on Kaixin. Com, and everyone moved to Weibo, WeChat, and other new places.
But some people stayed in 2007 and stayed in the website that could no longer be opened.
This is a story about regret. What you thought was a coincidence was actually a script written by someone else; you just happened to pass by, took a seat, and thought you were the protagonist.
Everyone who has experienced that era can probably see a little bit of himself in this story.
Concept: In the summer when Kaixin. Com was popular, we fell in love across the screen, but said goodbye through the shadow of the past.