"Late at night, in the dormitory, Zheng Ying was sleeping on the bed, flipping through novels on her mobile phone, and suddenly felt that the surroundings had become quiet.
It was real. At this moment, she suddenly realized that everything was completely silent at this moment. "
In short, I put forward a hypothesis. If we, ordinary and boring students, were stripped into a static, hopeless space of "object", but full of possibility and hope (just like our hearts), how would "I" get along with myself through the suppression and redemption between indulgence and self-restraint.