Some people don't know how long they have been waiting before meeting someone.
The mountains hang upside down and the sea flows against the current. A figure in a dark gown stood on the rock, smiling at him across the distance of two worlds.
A sentence that did not belong to any human language passed through the screen and poured directly into his consciousness - "From the moment I saw you, you are no longer yours alone."
A "seed" fell into his chest. No pain, no itching, no sound, but he finally realized that the previous twenty-two years were not living, but soaking in a vacuum waiting for a signal. And now, the signal has come.
But the gap between the two worlds is not free. Every time Zhou Fu takes a step closer to Chi Yan, he loses a piece of his memory. First there were the soy sauce stains on my mother's apron, then the logo on my father's POLO shirt, the name of the primary school teacher... Bit by bit, biting away from childhood to the heart. He didn't know if he could hold out until the next touch.
"Send me over—and I'll bring you over."
And when the nine fragments began to tap on the film, when strange handwriting appeared on the diary, and when the mother smelled the "after-the-rain" smell on her son - Zhou Fu had to face a problem that he had never dared to face in the past twenty-two years:
Are you the chosen one, or the one who actively chooses?
From being ferried to being ferried, from waiting to catching the other person. When he finally broke through the film and walked towards Chi Yan following every piece of lost and recovered memory in the past twenty-two years - this time he held Chi Yan's hand.
But——
"Bye, I love you."
Intention: If the price of crossing the world is to forget yourself bit by bit, are you still willing to reach out?