67-Year-old Qin Yutong found an old yellowed photo when he was looking through his diary. In the night, there was only the back of one person in the photo. That person was about sixteen or seventeen years old. What was his name? Qin Yutong still couldn't remember.
Fireworks slowly rose into the sky on a snowy night, and the dust and melted snow slid down to the sticky ground. The strong wind stirred up a strong and pungent smell, and the haze of memory dissipated.
"Cheng Mingxian, will you still remember me after many years? To you, am I a friend or a passerby?"
The world is a huge opera hall, everyone is acting and lying, but some people are willing to be trapped in memories, repeating the story over and over again, until the pain of their lover spreads to the bone marrow.
Concept: The world is crowded, but I can still see you at a glance
