My parents wanted me to preserve all the good things in the world, so they named me Cun Hao... But all the good things in the world just passed me by... The boy in front of me, holding a wine bottle with tears in his eyes, is Jiang Xingchen... We grew up together, dancing our arms on the tires in the river, listening to "Old Tan" together for ten years with headphones hidden in our sleeves, and hiding from "Old Tan" at the canteen at the entrance of the high school...
Intention: Zhihai has always been there, but we can never go back...