Unnecessary Romance

At two o'clock in the morning, a customer service center of an operator in Chongqing. Jiang Ying rubbed her sore eyes and repeated the standard words for the 18th time: "What is your broadband account number?" The sound of electric current came from the earphones, mixed with the whistle of the freighter on the river. Suddenly a work order popped up, and she was stunned by the fault photo uploaded by the customer - the picture showed the night view of Hongya Cave, but each lantern had a star embedded in it. When she looked closely, she discovered that the starry sky map of Wuyuan, Jiangxi Province had been photoshopped into the lights of the mountain city. "Is this a malicious complaint?" She muttered and clicked "Invalid Ticket", but she caught a glimpse of a blurry halo in the corner of the photo. Zoomed in to the pixel level, the light spots actually formed a series of numbers, with a crooked ceramic rabbit drawn at the end. At the same moment, the Yangtze River Cableway was passing over the ink-colored river surface. Photographer Yu Miao was lying on the rooftop of the B&B to adjust the camera, and the live broadcast suddenly froze. Among the snowflakes covering the screen, the nameplate of the operator's number was vaguely visible - "Chongqing Xinyi 01119", which was exactly the number of his photography assistant certificate that he had lost at the porcelain port three days ago. "What the hell!" He slapped the equipment box hard, causing the old photos at the bottom of the box to slide out. It was a meteor shower taken at Tengwang Pavilion five years ago. It was only now that I discovered a silhouette in telecommunications work clothes on the edge of the photo, holding a sign that said "WiFi in the scenic area is under maintenance." As the morning light spread over the Jialing River, the Soul notification tone sounded on their mobile phones at the same time. Jiang Ying looked at the successfully matched interface and screamed - the other person's avatar was actually the composite photo from last night, and the introduction read: "Professional photography of romance in communication failures." Yu Miao stared at the phone screen and almost dropped the camera: the matched girl was wearing a rabbit-ear headset, and the background was the console of the telecommunications equipment room. The lipstick mark on the coffee cup in her hand was exactly the same as the lipstick color printed on the rim of the milk tea cup he picked up in Hongyadong three years ago. Before the shift ended at eight o'clock, Jiang Ying passed the friend application by accident. The other party sent a time-lapse video instantly: the morning fog in Chongqing and the smoke from Jiangxi Province intertwined in the clouds, and finally settled into two hand-drawn figures - a girl in overalls giving fiber optic wings to the boy carrying the camera. Concept: All digital encounters must ultimately return to the most authentic body temperature confirmation of human beings