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That year, all the lights along Jinjiang River were demolished. No one asked where they went, and no one remembered who they had photographed. Three years later, delivery rider Lin Xiaoman saw a lamp that should not exist in an unfinished Sichuan embroidery "Rain at Night in Jincheng". The lamp had no light, but it allowed her to pick up the paintbrush she had given up long ago, and it also allowed her to enter a memory forgotten by the city. In order to "light up" this lamp, she formed a team with a recorder who was obsessed with searching for the light and shadow of the old city, and a calm and rational digital restorer, and began to trace the past of Jinjiang Lantern Street. They visited old streets, recorded intangible cultural heritage, and interviewed the elderly. In the gap between urban renewal and memory loss, they recovered the traces of the lamp's existence bit by bit. But they soon discovered that this was not a technical repair task, but a record of a fight against time. Under the dual pressure of competition and reality, their works were once denied, ridiculed, and even almost disqualified. Until they decided to stop pandering to "look good" and instead tell the true story of the lamp. Eventually, the light came back on. It's not dazzling, but it makes the whole city quiet. Because people finally realized that light is not lit, but remembered.