Everyone has a dream house in their heart. It may not be big, but it must be a warm and old place filled with stories and memories. The protagonist is a girl born in 1985. She has experienced demolition stories one after another, and has seen the breakdown of family ties and the passage of love. But this is not a pessimistic story, but a period of growing insights like the pain of youth.
The tearing down and rebuilding of a house is exactly the process of spiritual growth. There must have been a girl named Mo Wenyin beside you when you grew up. Do you still remember that young man riding a bicycle who passed by quickly?
Concept: The transformation of growth and memories of youth, if we don't look back, will they be sealed in the dust of memory?