Memory Is a Monument, Not a Prison

If youth was an email filled with regrets, would you choose to send it to the past, or sign for it now? In 2009, Wuchang, a small northern town. Chen Mu and Lin Wan got to know each other because they were on duty every Thursday. He is an honest top student in everyone's eyes, while she is the hot-tempered and unpopular "Miss Dolphin". They shared the sweetness of orange candies in Nokia's blue-ray text messages, stole dusk walks on the playground under the pressure of college entrance examinations, called each other "penguin" and "dolphin", and fought against the criticism of the world. He thought love meant holding on tightly, and she thought love meant giving everything she had. However, the clumsy thorns of young people will eventually hurt the person they want to hug the most. Quarrels, misunderstandings, a grumpy volunteer application, a bracelet thrown on Central Street... They were finally separated in the summer of 2011. For thirteen years, Chen Mu's online game ID has always been "DOLPHIN". He occasionally dreams about her and habitually stares at her Weibo, which is no longer updated. Until late at night when he was alone in the village, he somehow sent a gray scarf to the address in his memory. Logistics display: signed for. This is a story about "what if". If we had been more mature back then, if we could have talked properly, if that bracelet had not been thrown away... But there are no ifs in life, only consequences and consequences. This is a youthful specimen of a generation, dedicated to all of us who have made a snow that will never melt for someone deep in our memories.