Shi Pinmo was twenty-four years old, single, ordinary, but luckier than others.
When her colleagues are irritating her, she will always be the unlucky one in the end; when she is in a hurry for money, there will always be an extra income for no reason; if she misses an opportunity, a better one will always fall into her hands. She always thought that she just had a good life and lived the light and decent life of an urban girl.
Until that rainy night, she saw a video of a father seeking justice for his son.
The boy died ten years ago at the age of fifteen. His death was tragic and the truth remains a mystery. She saw that delicate and tender face through the screen, her heart ached with pain, and she fell asleep amidst the sound of thunder and rain.
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the summer when she was fourteen years old, and returned to the small town where she had briefly lived for four months.
There, the old streets are old, the summer nights are sultry, and the aroma of snowflake cheese and fried skewers floats in the wind.
And the boy who died unjustly ten years later was standing in the light, smiling at her, with two shallow dimples on his cheeks.
Purpose: Fighting crime, protecting the safety of young people, danger may be around us
