Chen Qiaoyu and Ren Yan lived a slow life from college to graduation - he worked in the company from nine to five, and she stayed on the computer and worked on self-media.
After having dinner with their colleagues that day, Chen Qiaoyu and Ren Yan were taking a leisurely walk when a car suddenly sprang out of the intersection and the harsh sound of brakes tore through the night sky.
When he opened his eyes again, the car was gone, his suit had been replaced by coarse work clothes, and Ren Rong's laptop had turned into a wooden box with peeling paint. There was also a crying baby at home, the smell of coal stoves wafted in the alley, and the words 1983 were floating around the house.
Their savings, jobs, and familiar homes all came to nothing. They stood in the unfamiliar 1980s, holding each other's body temperature in their hands. In the days to come, will we be trapped in the cracks of time and space and struggle, or will we build a new home in the smoke and smoke of Tongzi Tower?
