A day is a day and a night. Every memory lives in a box, closing life and quasi-life, ordinary and quasi-ordinary. Our life is not so turbulent, there are not many legends, the days are like copies of copy paper, there is not much difference, it is like the customary local accent, too common, it is just a strong proof that it is not standard compared to Mandarin. We are a group of ordinary people who sometimes speak with a local accent and sometimes speak Mandarin. Because it is too ordinary, the beginning and end of the story are simple.