Xiaokang makes a living by selling watches on a flyover in Taipei. Since his father's death, Xiaokang has become very afraid of the dark. He locked the door, turned on the light to sleep, and did not dare to come out to urinate in the middle of the night. He always felt that his father's ghost was walking around the house. During the day, he was selling watches on the flyover outside Taipei Main Station, and Xiang Qi, who was going abroad the next day, passed by and saw an old watch he was wearing. However, according to local customs, when the father's mourning period is less than seven weeks old, if Xiaokang's used things are given to others, it will bring bad luck to the other party, but Xiangqi, who is about to go to Paris, insists that he does not believe that buying a watch from him will bring bad luck. , so he paid for his watch. After Xiangqi left, Xiaokang could not forget this short encounter. Missing her inexplicably, recalling this encounter and generating endless imagination from it has even become the spice and spiritual refuge of his boring life.
Xiaokang didn't know anything about Xiangqi, only that she went to Paris, far away. In order to establish some kind of connection between the two, he on a whim called the Telecom Bureau to ask the time in Paris. It turned out that Paris was seven times slower than Taipei. For an hour, he turned the hour hand of the watches he sold back and forth one by one, intentionally setting all the watches seven hours back to Paris time. Then, the superstitious mother found that the clock at home was slowing down, and she insisted that it was the ghost of the father, so the family began to follow the slowing time and live a life different from ordinary people.
In Paris, Xiang Qi, who wears a Xiaokang watch, also encountered a series of mysterious events. Somehow, the two seem to be really connected, even if it doesn't seem real enough. She lay on a bed in an old inn, her eyes wide open all night listening to footsteps on the ceiling, wondering who the hell was upstairs
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