Zhu Haijing's childhood is like a montage of black and white images. The camera shuttles between different towns, and all the colors are buried under the black and white film. When she grew up, she occasionally replayed her memories in the hope of finding the cause and effect that shaped the fate of her younger half of her life. However, every time she could not filter it out completely, those flashbacks of her childhood were mixed with countless tiny wounds that disturbed her calm nerves. In the end, she let go of her memories and no longer looked back easily.
"Three-year-olds look small, six-year-olds look big." If childhood is chopped up and divided, this sentence is not qualified. It becomes a prophecy. She is trapped in family ties, efforts and friendship, and confused in love. Zhu Haijing thought she would grow up eventually, but the passage of time only accumulated dust, and she forgot to enlighten her to make peace with life...