When we first met in Yuming Village, I really wanted to sew Ling Xiao's mouth shut - not because I was angry with him for belittling my Su Xiu, but because he even frowned too much to look good.
Later, I really did it, using my soul to sew it into his body.
On a rainy night, roads were blocked by flash floods, and we were trapped in the ancient temple. When I woke up, I was in his body worth tens of millions, and he was in my body holding the embroidery needle.
I saw with his eyes: It turns out that a man's "strength" is armor, even his fatigue must be hidden; it turns out that behind every "I object" on the board of directors, there are hundreds of families waiting to be fed.
So I used his identity to do something he would never do - get paid menstrual leave for all female employees in the company, cross out "maximizing ROI" in the project book, and change it to "priority to cultural value." The Ling Group was in an uproar: "Mr. Ling was taken away?"
It was only after he wore my embroidered shoes that he understood: My "squeamishness" during those few days every month was a real dull pain; the "inefficiency" he laughed at concealed a philosophy of fighting against time.
So he made my body do things I didn't dare to do - use algorithms to decipher lost stitches and let intangible cultural heritage appear on Paris Fashion Week; he optimized the cumbersome process into a tutorial that "grandmothers can use". The Su Family Embroidery Shop was shocked: "Fei Yatou has been possessed by an evil spirit?"
The village chief said that this was a thirty-day blessing from the rain god, but it was also a curse. If we cannot truly empathize, we will be forever misaligned. The loving couples in the village are all exchangers who have never returned in the past.
So let's not understand half of it.
Needle-to-code, this gentle disaster, will we return to our respective places after 30 days, or are we willing to embroider each other's souls for the rest of our lives?
It's really good and worth pursuing.