Song Yan entered the 92 Research Institute at the age of 18, not knowing that he would stay in a white wall for seven years. Shen Zhiyi was 19 years old when he entered the institute. He had no idea that one morning in his seventh year, he would die in a narrow alley full of hydrangeas in a foreign country.
In the white walls for seven years, one person was responsible for dissection and the other was responsible for injections. Watching the experimental subjects close their eyes one by one, their hands changed from shaking to not shaking, and their hearts changed from hurting to not hurting at all. Until Shen Zhiyi said: "I don't want to die here."
They took away all the incriminating evidence from the institute, ran for twelve days, crossed the border, and fell into an ancient city called Mostar. Behind the light green wooden door at the end of the alley, there lived a twenty-six-year-old painter. There is an old, sunken scar on the inside of his left wrist - when he was twelve years old, Song Yan held down his arm and Shen Zhiyi misaligned the needle.
They stayed for seven days. For seven days, he saw the sun shining through the south-facing window, touched the warm wall, and drew the candy on the corner of a twelve-year-old child's mouth in the setting sun. In seven days, he repaired an unoccupied chair, washed an entire row of paintbrushes, and memorized the real faces behind the two numbers.
On the night of the seventh day they left. The pursuer has arrived.
They died in a narrow alley, head on head, a light orange candy clutched in their palms. Before they died, they saw the light blue sky above the alley.
They want to see the sea. The last thing I saw was the sea-like sky.
Concept: There is something worth living beyond the white walls. Even if it's only seven days, live like a human being