In 1995, in a middle school in Shandong, rural boy Li Minghao dug out a faded red T-shirt in a rusty iron cabinet. This old shirt with the SDNU school emblem was the "university pass" left to him by his cousin Li Mingbo. When the new English teacher Jiang Xinyi suddenly fainted in the morning reading class, he realized that this red was a sharp blade tearing two time and space apart——
Three years ago at the Provincial Normal University, Zitenghua witnessed the forbidden love between Jiang Xinyi and Li Mingbo. When a sulfuric acid bottle in the laboratory accidentally exploded, the burn mark on his wrist became a mark of love, but it also became a "stain" on the political review materials during the graduation season. The unsent farewell letter contains the shocking secret of the Lacey mining disaster, and the graduation photo scratched by a blade in the darkroom is sewing the bloody past into the dawn of the new century.
Li Minghao found dried wisteria petals in Cheng Xiaoxiao's biological specimen room. The familiar handwriting on the specimen made him shudder - this was actually Li Mingbo's last poem draft before his disappearance. When "Yesterday Once More" played on the train platform on a rainy night, the tampered memories were revived on the silver salt film: the seventeen souls swallowed by the landslide in 1976, the roster of educated youth burned in the archives in 1993, and the death coordinates written in invisible ink on the inside of the red T-shirt...
Twenty years later, Li Minghao stood in the restoration room of provincial ancient books and ran his fingertips over the annotations stacked on Gu Cheng's poetry collection. Two wisteria petals fell between the yellowed pages. One was stained with tears from the summer of 1993, and the other was stained with the spring rain of 2015.
Purpose: Focus on the urban-rural divide and historical trauma in the 1990s, and explore how individuals can protect the fire of memory under the gears of the times. When the truth is systematically erased, only poetry and love can pierce the iron curtain of lies.