When she was sixteen years old, Feng Xiaowan, who dropped out of school and stayed home, put on her sister's faded floral skirt and walked into a restaurant to apply for a job as a waiter. Her tender cheeks, clear eyes, and unlimited expectations for the future were eventually oxidized by reality and gradually blurred. She worked as a hotel waiter, a street vendor, learned tailoring, and ran a long-distance truck with her father. The bumpy and irregular life that day did not drown the seeds of her dreams. At the age of nineteen, with the support of his eldest brother, he returned to school, running and pursuing, starting a self-exile that lasted for nearly 20 years.
In a cafe on the Bund in Shanghai, Feng Xiaowan gently stirred the coffee in front of her with her index finger and thumb, and then slowly swallowed the bitter taste. The endless helplessness permeated the night of the Huangpu River...
Intention: Losing while pursuing, never achieving perfection