Twenty-six-year-old Mo Chuan encountered ripples of fate on the high-speed train bound for Tianfu.
In the closed carriage, the mysterious incense box handed over by the flight attendant is soaked with fragrance; the bright love of a girl is hidden behind the bouquet of sunflowers scattered at the exit of the station.
But the four peonies that suddenly appeared in the shadows covered up old wounds that had not healed for many years.
As the train passes through an unknown number of tunnels, memories flow with the flickering light in the eyes of tired urbanites - I don't know who it is, holding the same dazzling bouquet at this moment, using old names to pierce his carefully constructed calm mask.
Purpose: Looking for memories from the past