A long fantasy that spans seven years of time and space, entangled with reality and fiction, unfolds the regrets of boyhood anew.
Time flows back in the dream, and the years have never worn away. The stars are still the same young people with delicate features and sincere enthusiasm seven years ago.
In the old days, there were gatherings of friends, fireworks on the ninth floor, stray cats living tenderly under the eaves, and the evening breeze carrying unspoken grievances. She confided her helpless loneliness in being trapped in the courtyard all day long, and in exchange he gently comforted her and bowed her head to apologize.
The night along Yanjiang Road was vast, and a misunderstanding arose, which was resolved gently by the young man's blatant preference. He pretended to tease her to make her jealous, but in the end he picked her up with love and affection. The night breeze stirred, the lights were gentle, and all the barriers melted away in a heartbeat. He coaxed her from dusk to late at night, accompanying her through the night to buy headphones, filling all the vacancies with tenderness.
But the dream finally jumped cruelly——
In an instant, he fell back to seven years of reality, the young man faded, and everything changed.
There is a huge gap between the appearance of the reunited adults. They are naughty and stealing pigs, chatting about the sense of ritual, and detailing emotional regrets. Every sentence is desolate after years of polishing.
She finally wakes up:
What she indulged in was never the vicissitudes of life.
What she loves deeply, is obsessed with, and has her heart beat repeatedly is just an out-of-print boy who is fixed in the old time and space, belongs only to her youth and dreams, will never grow old, and will always prefer her.
The world loves the fireworks of the moment, but she only loves the never-ending romance in parallel time and space.
Intention: People will always remember "the sincere preference that is taken away by time". The real obsession is never about real people, but the out-of-print tenderness in youth, the regret of not being perfect, and the romance of parallel time and space we weave by ourselves that never fades.