On a summer night seven years ago, Lin Jixi's brother fell into the river from the pier. Three days later, his body was found downstream.
Drunk accident, case closed.
Seven years later, Lin Jixi returned to Jiangcheng and saw an old photo of her brother in a thrift store called "Yedu" on Dukou Street.
Her brother had never been on the tugboat in the photo; she didn't recognize any of the people in the photo.
Under the pile of used goods, there is also a work notebook that has been soaked in water - my brother's handwriting, the last page stopped on the night of his accident.
The owner of the shop, Zhou Du, has an old scar on his right hand. He talks little and is very good at water. He often sails alone in the fog at night.
He glanced at Lin Jixi and said, "You are Lin Jiming's sister, right?"
- He never said who he was.
The river fog starts every year, and old cases sink to the bottom of the river. Some people want the truth to rot in the mud, while others want to row the boat over.
The lights at the ferry are always on, and those who return late will always meet the boat waiting for them.
Intention: The truth will not sink to the bottom of the river forever. Ordinary people pursue old cases with obsession and help each other, so that injustice can be redressed and justice can be restored.