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Thirty-one-year-old Lu Zhao worked the night shift at a funeral home. At four o'clock in the morning, he received a delivery note. The address was the old house where his mother had lived for more than 20 years. The night before, his mother called him seven times, saying that the water heater kept failing to start, and asked him to go back after get off work and take a look. He didn't answer any of them. Late that night, Lu Zhao dug into his mother's sewing machine drawer and found an old key machine that should have been scrapped long ago. There is only one sentence on the screen: Send a retraction to yesterday. Ninety words, don't wait until the time comes. The first message was sent out, and my mother disappeared from the freezer, but was lying in the ICU. At the same time, Lu Zhao discovered that a memory of his mother had been quietly poached from his mind. He later learned that life would not come in vain. If you grab a little bit today, you will have to pay it back somewhere else tomorrow.

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