Tong Yu, 32 years old, graduated from the physics department of a prestigious university and has been a game planner for ten years. Black T-shirt, black trousers, black sneakers, no house, no car, no partner, raised a Maine Coon cat named KK, worked overtime until late at night every day, and replied "ok" on WeChat. His life is like a glass of water that has been left for too long, transparent and quiet, with nothing diffused in it.
Until one ordinary dusk, he was forced to retreat by a car running a yellow light at an intersection, and a hand grabbed him from behind.
The young man named Shang Mi has dark green eyes, drooping eye tails, and paint on his collar. He sends emoticons of kittens spinning in circles in the early morning. He is the game art director hired by DLL, the smallest god in the myth of Setel, and the person who finally waited for the silver mistletoe necklace on Tong Yu's collarbone—something he didn't know why he was wearing, but instinctively didn't want to take off.
"Sometimes the things you don't remember are more important than the things you remember."
This is a story about forgetting and remembering.
About a man whose perception was worn out in 996,
When a drop of dark green pigment disperses, I learn to see light again, smell the sweet-scented osmanthus, and hear the vibration of the strings.
It is a gentle fable about two souls groping and entwining in the darkness like the roots of a plant in a gray city, and finally finding each other.
Note: amnesia bad jokes, god attack
A real god and atypical young artist attacks the decadent older social animals
Intention: The ability to re-perceive life in the day-to-day wear and tear - those forgotten, tiny, but never disappearing beauties will eventually, under someone's gaze, spread like a drop of dark green pigment in the water, giving the entire glass of water a color.