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)
Sell steamed buns to them. If 100 workers
If I make 10 cents per bun, 300 buns would be...
Thirty yuan. Clever you. If I can sell buns
at five construction sites, how much can I make in a month?
At least 4,500. Easy math. You're awesome.
That's so sweet of you, pumping me up.
Rascal, if I burst, it'll be because of you. Get to work.
I asked every restaurant nearby.
The profit margin is too low, so they won't bother.
The construction sites can't make enough on the spot.
Those workers would love to buy from me.
But we have time.
They finish steaming with ten pots in an hour. We have two pots.
We can even skip sleep to make money.
Why don't you stay awake and work?
Xiaofei, fire broke out! - Hurry. - Stop yelling.
Stop yelling. There's no fire.
They're ready. Have you lost your mind?
Stop holding that. Hurry up. Come on.
Stop kneading. Hurry. Go back to sleep.
to stay up all night? Take the buns out. Look at the mess you've made.
Get some sleep. She doesn't sleep, causing this mess.
Copper, aluminum, cans!
They bought all our big steamed buns.