There's a money tree in the corner, with five leaves on each stem.
In a small bar, the owner makes cocktails. A woman sits at the bar, her phone vibrating incessantly with no video playing. Beside her, a middle-aged, balding man babbles nonsense. Near the door, a couple whisper softly to each other. In the corner, a graying man drinks alone, without a word. Then four young people come in. They've just eaten hot pot, and the spicy smell clings to them.
The hands of time creep forward in tiny steps. The scene is like a movie playing on repeat: the beginning, the past, the future.
Alcohol stirs her memories. For some reason, she thinks of the plain noodles she ate tonight.
Memories may fade, but they can also be created.
Family is a light. No matter how tired we are, it's worth it for that bright light.
I think people shouldn't have bad luck just because they're honest and sincere.
If you can, it would be best if you came to see me by the sea.
These are five stories, and also one story. The stories that happen around us arise from people's curiosity, warmth, kindness, and simple love.
Theme: We are three-dimensional. There's always somewhere the sun can't reach.
