校花沈南音，亲眼目睹渣男男友背叛自己，于是果断分手。顾之言自信地认为，以沈南音那种想将她嫁给50岁老男人以换取钱财的家庭，迟早会回来向自己低头。 　　直至他亲眼看到她上了那辆陆家专属的顶级豪车。某天晚上，顾之言喝得酩酊大醉，眼眶通红地砸门，字字句句都是祈求。不知过了多久，房门终于打开。那位传闻中不可一世的陆大少爷陆京宴上身赤裸，肩膀和锁骨处还有几道暧昧的新鲜抓痕......

校花沈南音，亲眼目睹渣男男友背叛自己，于是果断分手。顾之言自信地认为，以沈南音那种想将她嫁给50岁老男人以换取钱财的家庭，迟早会回来向自己低头。 　　直至他亲眼看到她上了那辆陆家专属的顶级豪车。某天晚上，顾之言喝得酩酊大醉，眼眶通红地砸门，字字句句都是祈求。不知过了多久，房门终于打开。那位传闻中不可一世的陆大少爷陆京宴上身赤裸，肩膀和锁骨处还有几道暧昧的新鲜抓痕......

当命运重启，王鹏用勇气改写青春的遗憾：在校园重逢的月光下，他不仅要向校花杨珊子解开误会，更与挚友点燃乐队、片场、实验室的星辰。时空裂缝中的每一次选择，都是对爱与梦想的孤注一掷——“即使被抛回原点，也要让所有人看见光的方向”。 　　《重回那夜，校花你听我狡辩》是一部融合了青春校园、时空穿越、爱情纠葛与成长励志的短剧。讲述了主人公王鹏意外穿越回大学时代，获得重新来过的机会，他决心改变过去，挽回失去的爱情，并帮助朋友们实现梦想的故事。

当命运重启，王鹏用勇气改写青春的遗憾：在校园重逢的月光下，他不仅要向校花杨珊子解开误会，更与挚友点燃乐队、片场、实验室的星辰。时空裂缝中的每一次选择，都是对爱与梦想的孤注一掷——“即使被抛回原点，也要让所有人看见光的方向”。 　　《重回那夜，校花你听我狡辩》是一部融合了青春校园、时空穿越、爱情纠葛与成长励志的短剧。讲述了主人公王鹏意外穿越回大学时代，获得重新来过的机会，他决心改变过去，挽回失去的爱情，并帮助朋友们实现梦想的故事。

全程iPhone裸机拍摄。关于童年、 关于声音、 关于故乡。伴着《东方红》的敲钟声，一段关于大悟的纪录影像带我们回到了属于长沙的隐秘角落，那里承载着不同代际的市民所共有的记忆，呼吸着、共振着，仿佛听到了，一段段来自故乡的声音。

An undocumented Chinese housekeeper, ayí, finds solace in traditional Baduanjin exercises while facing mounting pressures at her cramped dormitory. Her struggle between endurance and defiance grows as exploitation continues.

她是全职作家，整日独自生活在二次元的世界里自得其乐，某天，却突然在闺蜜的威逼利诱下开始充当他的“御用厨娘”。他是她见过的最奇怪的人，孤僻冷漠、行为捉摸不透，可有时候却又会莫名让她萌生温暖的念头。再后来，她发现，原来他就是她在二次元这么多年最钟爱的声音的主人。 　　他是世上独一无二的音乐鬼才。她见证他一夜成名，以惊涛骇浪之势创造了乐坛从未曾出现过的奇迹。他是娱乐圈的谢修弋，也是网配圈的Djay。这是他的双面人生，而无论哪一面，都是她的挚爱。 　　Hi Darling, Can you hear me?

她是全职作家，整日独自生活在二次元的世界里自得其乐，某天，却突然在闺蜜的威逼利诱下开始充当他的“御用厨娘”。他是她见过的最奇怪的人，孤僻冷漠、行为捉摸不透，可有时候却又会莫名让她萌生温暖的念头。再后来，她发现，原来他就是她在二次元这么多年最钟爱的声音的主人。 　　他是世上独一无二的音乐鬼才。她见证他一夜成名，以惊涛骇浪之势创造了乐坛从未曾出现过的奇迹。他是娱乐圈的谢修弋，也是网配圈的Djay。这是他的双面人生，而无论哪一面，都是她的挚爱。 　　Hi Darling, Can you hear me?

一个迷恋电音的外卖员，一次返璞归真、关于创作与灵感的偶然之旅。

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."