When I was in college, I fantasized about getting married and having children with my then-boyfriend, and throwing my life and blood for love; I also fantasized about becoming a career-oriented "female player" who would compete in finance and stir up troubles; for myself in my twenties, what I could think of Wei Lai at that time was nothing more than career and love. Behind career, there is money, and behind love, marriage and family extend. Now, I have graduated from college for two years. As a graduate student who is working around the workplace waiting to die while studying death, those childhood fantasies of childhood, two, three, and four, seem more and more out of reach for me. I thought that without a career, I would die, but of course I didn't; I thought that without love, I would also die, of course not. I am trying hard to compete with ordinary daily life and various monsters and monsters in the ordinary world. I want to live, record, and write down memories as warnings to share, while working hard to welcome every unknown day in the future.
Concept: Ordinary people's funny, helpless, sad, hard-working, and messed-up lives will also shine brightly, at least in the eyes of this ordinary person.