Dragging a suitcase that was half a person tall, Lin Xiao was standing at the door of a rental house in an urban village. She looked at the peeling walls and the creaking old wardrobe, and the tip of her nose suddenly felt sour. This was her first "home" in a big city and the starting point of her new career life.
During the day, she would squeeze into the subway for an hour to catch up on projects, and at night, she would cook a bowl of hot noodles in the small kitchen of less than one square meter; when she worked overtime until late at night, Aunt Zhang from the convenience store downstairs would always leave a light on and give her a hot bun; when the washing machine broke down, the programmer next door would come to help with a toolbox; even when she was crying under the quilt after losing her love, Grandma Wang from the opposite door would bring a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea and whisper, "Girl, life will be good."
There is no dramatic plot, only the small warmth in the rental house: the clumsiness of changing the light bulb by myself for the first time, the temperature of the hot porridge after working overtime, and the simple "Have you eaten" among the neighbors. Lin Xiao gradually discovered that the small rental house contained the most practical growth in a big city - from being at a loss to coping calmly, from being lonely and confused to being surrounded by warmth. Every inch of space here was filled with her transformation and rebirth.
