When I was young, I liked to write romantic words in my diary. I said that I hope that my short life will be filled with him. I hope that he will always be in my sight and fill my heart that is calm on the surface but turbulent on the inside.
But romance is too nihilistic. Like brilliant fireworks, they disappeared into the dark night in an instant.
And the rest of my life will be the repeated playback of images. My pause at this point is a blessing, and my pause at that point is a regret.
My life has been spent like this until now. I only watched the fireworks once and I no longer love the eternal sun.
——"Memoirs of My Mountain City" by Deng Qingyan
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In the late 1980s, Yao Jin, a college student from Beijing, came to Chongqing with an inspection team organized by the school and moved into the house of Deng Qingyan, a teacher at Linjiang Middle School. From this, a series of stories happened with Deng Qingyan and his little friend Ding Qingsu.
He seems sunny and cheerful, but in fact, like this mountain city, he hides many secrets. What's his purpose here? What did he hide from Deng Qingyan? What kind of person is he?
——"Gramophone and Old Photos" by Little Kingdomy
Intention: Don't turn the present that can be grasped into the past that can only be recalled.
