In the autumn when he was thirteen, Moon saw Zhu Zixi on the playground of the county middle school. Short hair, fair skin, and a slight dimple on his cheek when he smiles. From September to January, for more than a hundred days, they looked at each other under the camphor tree, shared each other in the stands, hugged on the edge of the playground, and said opposite answers at the fork in the road. The lilies bloomed for one season and then faded. I waited ten years for my ears to be pierced before waiting for another person. This is a story about dislocation, waiting and reunion. It's about two girls who spent ten years learning how to love between the county town and Beijing.
Intention: Learn to face your heart honestly in the misplaced youth, and believe that some waiting is worth completing in a lifetime.