Someone Watched Me for Ten Years in the Old Port Area

Ling Ran drives a taxi during the day and sells old things fished out of the sea in the back alleys of the old port area at night. The proprietress of the stall next door is named Wen. She always has fish scales on her apron. She cooks noodles without adding green onions. She is more accurate than adding salt when she curses. He owes her three months of noodles, but she has never kicked him out. Until one morning when the stall was closed, a man in a windbreaker stood at the entrance of the alley. The man turned his pen, smiled, and left. The scar on Ling Ran's forehead from when he was seven years old had been burned for a full forty seconds. Only later did he find out... Under the old port area of ​​Xingchen Island, someone had been watching him for ten years without him knowing.