1992年的大上海霓虹养眼，万花如海，街上车水马龙，人们行色匆匆。阿宝拎着礼品来看望退休在家的老作家，老作家笔耕不辍，最近在写一部小说，阿宝好奇地打听小说的内容，他还没有想好，只是开了一个头，故事就从这里开始了。
The year was 1992, Shanghai was aflood with neon lights, seas of flowers, and bustling streets filled with cars and horses as people hurriedly rushed around. Abao, gift in hand, visited a retired writer. Still fueled with passion for writing, the elderly writer was in the midst of writing a novel. Curious, Abao asked about the contents, but the writer hadn't quite figured it out yet. It is here that our story starts.
