In the summer of 2023, Shanghai, a convenience store in the early morning.
When Lin Zhizhu had a stomachache and couldn't stand, someone behind him said, "Hello, check out."
She hadn't heard that voice in eight years. They sat for less than fifteen minutes that night, chatting about the weather, work, and whether they wanted to go to graduate school.
Then Su Yujie picked up his bag and left. When the door opened, the heat wave poured in.
After the door closed, Lin Zhizhu remembered that they didn't even add them on WeChat.
The first Q on Su Yujie's list is Lin Zhizhu, which was set up in 2015 and has not been touched in ten years. The dialog box was empty. I changed my phone three times and all my previous words were lost.
In the fall of 2025, she obtained a business license, and the studio was named "Star Track". The first thing she did was not call her parents, but click on the dialog box that had been empty for ten years.
She thought for a long time and only typed five words: "Congratulations?"
Concept: How can a soul suffocated in "respectability" and "secularity" be blown by a wind of "freedom"?