我在两个世界之间长大。一个教我做梦。一个提醒我有边界。
这部电影,从那道夹缝里长出来——爱与责任之间。自由与归属之间。东方与西方之间。从小被训练要去追的那种抱负,与从来没人教过我要怎么留住的那种亲密,之间。
亮和芮,都是我自己。不同的年纪,不同的位置,但都是我。这段感情,是我亲手活过的。这本剧本,是我替自己写的、迟到太久的一封信。
他从内陆来,肩上压着家与生存。她从读书人家来,从小被瞄准「更好的生活」。两个人,没有谁不善良。是现实,最后逼他们在彼此与「自己被塑造成想要的那种人生」之间,挑一个。
透过芮,电影替我问那个我每天都在问自己的问题——现实一遍一遍要我们妥协,我们还能不能,对自己的热爱诚实?
这不是失恋重生。这是接受。接受那些改不了的事,跟它们住在同一个屋檐下。在疲惫里找力气。在爱已经不再是手上的材料之后,继续做东西——电影,友谊,早晨。
这部电影,也是我自己的一次和解:跟我父母那一代,是他们教我离开的;跟我自己这一代,离开了,还在找路回家的;跟我曾经那个相信「光靠爱就能改命」的自己;跟我现在这个知道改不了、还是选择继续爱下去的自己。
结尾,从来都不是终点。电影像爱,能同时容下真与幻。
我们继续活。
继续爱。
继续拍电影。
I grew up between two worlds: the one that taught me to dream, and the one that reminded me of limits.
This film was born inside that tension — between love and duty, freedom and belonging, East and West, the ambition I was raised to chase and the intimacy I was never quite taught to keep.
亮 and 芮 are both me. At different ages, in different positions — but always me. This is a love I lived myself. This screenplay is a letter, badly overdue, that I am writing to myself.
He came from a small inland town, anchored by survival and family. She came from an educated home, raised to chase a better life. Neither of them was unkind. It was reality, in the end, that asked them to choose between each other and the lives they had been formed to want.
Through 芮, the film asks the question I keep asking myself: how do we stay loyal to passion when reality keeps requiring compromise?
This is not a film about heartbreak. It is a film about acceptance. About learning to live with what cannot be changed. About finding strength inside fatigue. About continuing to make things — films, friendships, mornings — even after love has stopped being one of the materials.
Making this film is my own reconciliation. With my parents' generation, who taught me to leave. With my own generation, who left and is still trying to find a way home. With the version of myself who believed love alone could change fate, and the version of myself, now, who knows it cannot — and who chooses, anyway, to keep loving.
Endings, I have come to believe, are never absolute. Cinema, like love, can hold both truth and illusion at once.
We must keep living.
We must keep loving.
We must keep making films.