In the first month after Lin Wan moved into an old apartment building, she always heard laughter coming from next door at eight o'clock in the evening. Until one day, Aunt Zhao knocked on her door: "Come and try the mung bean soup I cooked. We gather in the building every night."
From then on, Lin Wan had new hope at eight o'clock in the evening - Grandma Zhang on the third floor would bring handmade biscuits, Uncle Wang on the fourth floor liked to talk about stories about the old city, and Sister Li on the fifth floor always shared parenting tips. Everyone sat around the small living room of Aunt Zhao's house, drinking hot tea and snacks, chatting about work worries, small things in life, and future expectations.
There is no shocking plot, only the small warmth at eight o'clock in the evening: the hot porridge on the table when you come home late from overtime, an extra umbrella at the door on rainy days, and the old clothes handed over by neighbors when the season changes. Lin Wan gradually understood that in the reinforced city, a tea party with a group of ordinary neighbors could turn the lonely days into a sweet and sweet one.
