Half a year ago, Chang Yongchun picked up a girl, a mute, in front of his house.
Jiang Lan walked into this place half a year ago.
They made an appointment to go to the movies, a movie without interruption, and they made an appointment to spend the night together. They were so innocent, they had never exchanged love.
There was once a vast ocean, and Chang Yongchun was lying on that beach. He squinted his eyes and recalled the bright smile on his ordinary face. He survived a year ago, and here he faced this ordinary face with a guilty heart.