Vanished Name
隐身的名字
一个随意的名字。一个被偷走的名字。一个不属于她的名字。一个不敢再提起的名字。一个从不曾被忘记的名字。任小名一直很讨厌自己的名字，但即使再讨厌，那也是她在这个世界上存在的证明，是她成为她自己的前提。她要把被偷走的名字抢回来。这个名字不仅仅属于她自己，也属于很多人。那些隐身的名字，湮没在柴米油盐的烟火里，品头论足的批评里，漫长难熬的岁月里，失去了身份。但总有人记得她们，也总有人沿着她们的脚步继续走下去，直到她们的名字被所有人看见。一个关于两代女性的挣扎与救赎的故事。
DIALOGUE CLIPS (3959)
(Qingzhou) These two girls are full of stories.
I heard every book of yours starts with this line.
That's right. She is the most important person to me.
(She will always be my first reader)
Last night's recording. Listen to it.
Liu Xiaoran. (The night before) Talk to him.
Mr. Liu? Why are you using Xiaoming's phone?
She's sulking.
She read "Breathe" and insists we recall the book.
It's without my permission. It's a violation of my privacy.
Xiaoming, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. Mr. Liu told me it was your story.
There would be no book without you.
It's not about that. - I don't want credit... - Well...
The book is printed. Changing the credit means reprinting.
The cost would be huge.
Our publishing house has to consider profitability, right?
But he published my story without my permission.
You two should work it out yourselves.
See? It's no big deal. Look how worked up you are.
It's really not necessary.
The money goes to our shared account. I won't take a cent, okay?
Aren't we married? Do you have to draw such a clear line?
But you copied the entire story from my diary.
Liu Xiaoran, search your conscience.