Our Innocence Is Wicked

In the summer of 2010, a year whose memories were swallowed up by the Shanghai World Expo, a group of people met; and over the next three years, he and she, she and she, she and he, and they and they... In the days of youth, before adulthood, they threw themselves into every kind of madness and abandon; in lives that seemed like a quiet, dull commute between two points, they laughed and cried, loved and fought; they etched into memory a time that was full of melodrama and free of it, a time they recalled without meaning to and didn't want to remember; Do you still remember the stories that unfolded over instant noodles at the little shop beneath the girls' dorm? Do you still remember that winter, when he stood at the stairwell with a bottle of Wangzai milk he'd just warmed in the hot-water room tucked in his arms? Do you still remember biting your arm inside the girls' restroom, and the anxious wait outside? Do you still remember the confessions and unspeakable things in all those little notes? Do you still remember how we went from not knowing the song “The Years of Blooming Summer” to saying, “Even if you're a hermaphrodite, I'll still have your back”? Do you still remember asking yourself again and again, in those final days, what the point of exams was? … As summer approaches again six years later, at the crossroads where the phoenix flowers bloom; back at the place where it all began, the rooftop after school still doesn't belong to us; but the sports field and the little shop are still there; so, what happens next? “Whose Childhood Sweetheart Isn't a Colt?”: http://www.xxsy.net/info/863113.html “Online Dubbing: We Were Made for Each Other”: http://www.xxsy.net/info/788229.html