Thirty-nine-year-old Mu Qing lives alone, divorced, and lives like an island that keeps distance from the world. One evening, the back of a man in a white shirt flashed past the crowd, and her heart stopped for a full beat. That familiar yet distant silhouette, like a key, quietly pried open the memories she had sealed for many years.
She opened a dusty old email address and found an email addressed to her future self. The title was - If you forget it in the future, read this.
The story then rewinds.
It was the summer of 2000. Thirteen-year-old Mu Qing walked into Class 7 of the first grade of junior high school with a backpack on his shoulders. The popular melodies of that era were playing in his earphones. His eyes were still full of unprepared expectations for the future. It was that year that she met Xue Nan. A look under the scorching sun of military training, a note passed between desks, the words I said countless times on the way to school but never made it clear. They are so close, but they are always just one step away...
The whole play uses dual timelines to intersect the narrative. In reality, the thirty-nine-year-old Mu Qing salvages memories bit by bit, and the teenage love story in the memory line unfolds layer by layer. It's not the sadomasochism of great sorrow and joy, but the kind of regret that is restrained to the core - you obviously like it, but you swallow it back time and time again; you know you can, but you choose to give in time and time again. Love is never lacking, what is lacking is just that second of courage.
This is a story about missing out, but also a story about reconciliation. Those unspoken words eventually became the deepest mark in my heart.
Concept: pure love in youth