In the winter of 1999, when the ATM card warning light came on, Chen Feng picked up half a piece of letter paper. The little pigeon in the corner has crooked wings, like the nickel tower that Yun Ke always misaligned when counting coins at cash register No. 3. His deposit progress chart is printed with a red circle, and her currency detector always scans out a blue light on her breasts. Two people who were rolled over by the gears of the times folded their thoughts into paintings of cigarette boxes, ships, and carrier pigeons, and let them drift on the 3,000-mile railway track.
She used old account paper from the library to write letters, and the grid lines were crooked like her heartbeat; he put a piece of mimosa in the boiler room, and there was soot and unspoken "mission accomplished" hidden in the veins of the leaves. The BB code "1314" flashed in the snowy night, and the "Sister Rain" at the end of the letter was soaked with tea and turned into the folds of the apron - it turned out that all the unspoken words had long been engraved into the winter of 1999 by coin teeth, rust marks, and signatures on the title pages of old books.
This is not a chasing online love, but two people who were counting coins in real life, and accidentally looked up and saw the stars on each other's letter paper. When deposit slips and medicine bills meet in the mailbox, when mechanical watches and BB machines stop spinning in the era, those unfinished concerns hidden in the tips of carrier pigeon wings and in the teeth of coins will eventually be closed gently on a spring day.
Concept: In the wave of digitalization in the late 1990s, two ordinary people driven by the pressure of survival, through "handmade media" such as letters, coins, old objects, etc., Salvaged the sincerity that has not been digitized in the gears of the times. The year numbers hidden in the coin's teeth, the crooked carrier pigeon at the end of the letter, and the overlapping signatures on the title page of the old book are not only marks that have been smoothed by the times, but also gentle resistance against alienation. It turns out that the deepest emotion is never the instant reply of instant messaging, but the willingness to slowly draw the wings of a carrier pigeon on old account paper for one person.
