Old people, old stories, are like an old movie. When I was young, it seemed obscure and difficult to understand. I could only simply summarize the happy or sad plots in it. Then when the ending came, I couldn't wait to get up and leave as if I had completed my homework, but I had to pretend to understand and ended with a scribbled "Okay".
Lin Yao'an recalled his school days, and it felt like it was a lifetime ago. The change of day and night pushed him forward, making him unable to stop. He had no time to think, and no energy to think. Just growing up was enough for him.
On an ordinary, desolate afternoon at the age of 28, Lin Yaoan looked at the man in black in front of him. The once-corrupted memories exploded in his mind uncontrollably, deafening, and the scattered light and shadows mottled his vision.
That old image finally made sense for a moment.
Concept: All accidents in life are destined