The night was dark, and the hour hand slipped past midnight.Except for the occasional speeding car, the sky and the earth return to tranquility after a noisy day.The windows of most people’s houses are out of light, and there are only a few scattered lights waiting for people returning from the city at night.With the intermittent sound of opening and closing the door, the lights are turned off one by one, but one light is always on, like a stubborn watchman, waiting for a person who does not know when he will return home. This is a living room decorated in a minimalist style. The black ceiling is ingeniously made with four grooves, and several ceiling-mounted chandeliers are embedded in the grooves. At this moment, the bright light shines on the freshly waxed solid wood floor, and the light can be discerned people.

The owner here obviously prefers cool colors. The TV background wall uses a combination of black and white blocks, and the three-dimensional geometric figures have a weird sense of oppression. It is hard to imagine that the man sitting on the white sofa opposite will be interested in the upcoming audio-visual entertainment. It was a handsome man, even though there was an unsightly tape on the corner of his mouth, it still did not damage the image of a handsome guy, but added a bit of the charm of a wounded man.He stared intently at the TV screen on the opposite side that displayed "Reading a disc", his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his jaw was straightened, looking quite serious.His seriousness is different from that of an old pedant who is rich and poor, but seems to be facing a life-or-death decision, which makes people curious about the contents of the disc being read by the DVD machine.

At the beginning of the film, there was only a full moon hanging high in the sky on the pitch-black screen, and the melodious chirping of birds came from the stereo surround speakers. With the moving singing, three French words that he didn't know slowly emerged. Le Peuple Migrateur - the Chinese translation below - the migration of birds. He stretched out his hand to the tea table in front of the sofa, and randomly took one of the neatly stacked diaries to his eyes.He glanced at the cover, the rustic pink color, and the naive Winnie the Pooh had already landed on stationery items of all sizes long before the original version was introduced to China, including the diary in his hand that clearly belonged to the last century.

The diary is locked, which seems to imply that there are countless secrets hidden in it, waiting for him to open the lock to find out.There were many golden keys spread out on the coffee table. He patiently tried them one by one, and finally opened the diary with the fifteenth key. The time recorded on the first page is January 1, 1994, and there is only one sentence on the entire page. "This year, I don't want to like this idiot Pei Shangxuan any more!" His fingers caressed his name, and paused for a moment on the word "stupid".She was right at all, he is indeed an out-and-out fool!

The DVD player has no idea that the audience's mind has turned elsewhere, it only knows how to read the disc step by step.Then, accompanied by birdsong, the mellow baritone said in a low voice: "For them, it is a promise, the promise for return." There was another voice next to his ear, with the determination of shattering glass. "I don't have the strength to fly back." This is the last sentence Li Li left for Pei Shangxuan.