顶峰集团女总裁林薇的限量豪车在保养期间被修理工陈诚偷开。偶遇时，陈诚误将林薇当作“捞女”，冒充富二代炫耀却肇事。林薇未追究，也未表明身份。 陈诚变本加厉，盗车并冒充“顶峰总裁”身份，欺骗其女友白荷——林薇的大学同学。同学会上，白荷驾豪车与乘电车的林薇争夺车位，凭借“总裁女友”身份对林薇肆意羞辱。林薇多次揭穿未果，试图用钥匙证明时，却因系统更新“失灵”反被讥讽。 修车行老板与林薇特助及时赶到，谎言彻底拆穿。陈诚反咬林薇“故作宽容”，白荷跪地求饶。二人终被警方带走。 此事让林薇深感“善良需带锋芒”，决意不再姑息恶意。一场虚荣闹剧在真相与法律面前崩塌，也完成了施善者从温和到果决的蜕变。

自幼喜爱绘画的大学生夏初筝因患抑郁症而计划自杀，在同学李梦琦的帮助下逐渐打开心扉、重拾希望。

她想给自己无法带走的作品们找一个家，于是在离开美国前，还是只能给她打了电话。两人漫游旧地，但青春已然远去，告别早在许久之前悄然完成。 　　As her departure from the U.S. becomes final, a Chinese glass artist drifts through fading spaces with a former confidante, searching for a home for her fragile creations and for the youth they quietly left behind.

苏瑾长期遭丈夫陆川泽折磨，心死欲跳楼时，遇同样绝望的齐风眠。齐风眠为报复陆川泽、帮苏瑾解脱，选择自杀。苏瑾与齐风眠换衣，推其尸体下楼，借面粉冒充骨灰掩人耳目。 陆川泽察觉不对，封锁苏瑾父母出行。任青云保护苏瑾，谎称她是自己女友，还帮她救出陆小小。陆川泽追来，问苏瑾何时不爱自己，未得回答后跳楼。苏瑾未回头，牵手任青云走向光明。

曾与爱人有过的幸福，随着恋情的结束烟消云散。他忧伤地锯断滴血的心，痛苦结束了对往事的思念与追忆。在此之后，男人搬出爱人的住处，兀自寻找另一个可赖栖息的场所。新的房子空旷寂静，浴室湿气逼人，男人百无聊赖打发永无止境的时光，直到某天，一封来信闯入了他死水一般的生活。收信人名叫迈克（Michael），Michael是谁？他全无头绪，也不知道该如何将信退回。接下来的日子里，寄给Michael的信和礼物接二连三涌入他的房门，望着那陌生的名字，他仿佛迷失了自己…… 　　本片荣获2009年法国“安锡国际动画影展”毕业学生作品组特殊荣誉奖（Special Distinction）。

曾与爱人有过的幸福，随着恋情的结束烟消云散。他忧伤地锯断滴血的心，痛苦结束了对往事的思念与追忆。在此之后，男人搬出爱人的住处，兀自寻找另一个可赖栖息的场所。新的房子空旷寂静，浴室湿气逼人，男人百无聊赖打发永无止境的时光，直到某天，一封来信闯入了他死水一般的生活。收信人名叫迈克（Michael），Michael是谁？他全无头绪，也不知道该如何将信退回。接下来的日子里，寄给Michael的信和礼物接二连三涌入他的房门，望着那陌生的名字，他仿佛迷失了自己…… 　　本片荣获2009年法国“安锡国际动画影展”毕业学生作品组特殊荣誉奖（Special Distinction）。

一个失恋之人，在寂寞低潮的日子里收到寄给某人的信与包裹，在无法退还的情况下，主角似有心无意的拆阅信件，随着不断累积的数量，渐与那未曾露面出现的那人，发生一段暧昧诡异的另类妄想。

No one wants to listen to a polite, but persistent elderly man, Mr. Johnson, who has a strange theory about the recent "stocking murders" of three young women. His theory? That the third murder was committed by a copycat killer. First the old man, arming himself with a phony name, goes to the police, getting an audience with the very lieutenant who led the investigation, and the lieutenant dismisses his theory, but not before briefly conceding the point that the prime suspect, already in custody, confessed to only two of the three murders (having nothing to lose, it would seem, by confessing to the third). Next, Mr. Johnson, using another alias, seeks and finds a newspaper reporter, who is boozing it up with a floozy - by chance, the very reporter who covered the story, and Mr. Johnson and his ideas are not only dismissed once again, but the condescending bartender practically throws the old man out the door. Finally, at wit's end, Mr. Johnson, no longer hiding behind a false name, consults with a priest and seems to be on the verge of confessing something horrible himself. After all, he seems to know way too much about the life of the last murder victim. Still, the well-meaning priest finds the old man is guilty of nothing more than an unseemly obsession with a tabloid story. The police must know what they're doing, don't they? Feeling utterly ignored, Mr. Johnson goes home to his wife, and even she chides him for "thinking about things too much."

No one wants to listen to a polite, but persistent elderly man, Mr. Johnson, who has a strange theory about the recent "stocking murders" of three young women. His theory? That the third murder was committed by a copycat killer. First the old man, arming himself with a phony name, goes to the police, getting an audience with the very lieutenant who led the investigation, and the lieutenant dismisses his theory, but not before briefly conceding the point that the prime suspect, already in custody, confessed to only two of the three murders (having nothing to lose, it would seem, by confessing to the third). Next, Mr. Johnson, using another alias, seeks and finds a newspaper reporter, who is boozing it up with a floozy - by chance, the very reporter who covered the story, and Mr. Johnson and his ideas are not only dismissed once again, but the condescending bartender practically throws the old man out the door. Finally, at wit's end, Mr. Johnson, no longer hiding behind a false name, consults with a priest and seems to be on the verge of confessing something horrible himself. After all, he seems to know way too much about the life of the last murder victim. Still, the well-meaning priest finds the old man is guilty of nothing more than an unseemly obsession with a tabloid story. The police must know what they're doing, don't they? Feeling utterly ignored, Mr. Johnson goes home to his wife, and even she chides him for "thinking about things too much."