My name is Wei Yu, and I grew up in a small coastal town in the south. Others always say that I have a good life, and I thought so for a time.
But looking back and counting, this "good life" was clearly earned by escaping from death time and time again, and there was always a figure standing by.
That person's name is Xiao Shi, a friend I've known since kindergarten. He is silent, but he seems to have calculated the right time, always appearing at the most dangerous moment for me, and quietly retreating when the trouble is over, never saying much.
This is a memory that spans decades. About a man who is always favored by fate, about a friend who is everywhere but his traces are a mystery, and about a person who finally decided to find out with his own hands - who was the person who turned danger into a disaster for me all those years ago.
Concept: The so-called luck is a life that is caught again and again