Lin Qing and Fang Yu met in a small advertising company in Beijing when they were 24 years old.
One is a copywriter who is always working overtime. The office building at three o'clock in the morning is the scenery she is most familiar with; the other is a designer who hides in the stairwell and cries. The wind blowing on the rooftop has heard all her grievances. They scraped together food and took out food, shared oil and rice distributed by the company on the rooftop, and made a ten-year promise to "become human beings in the future."
Later, they really became human beings.
Lin Qing became the director of 4A Company. He was well-dressed and spoke calmly. He had more than 2,000 people in his address book, but the number he could dial late at night was still the same number ten years ago. Fang Yu became a slightly famous illustrator with half a million fans, but she could no longer draw anything that moved her heart - her hand learned to cater before her heart.
At the age of thirty-one, they were broken at the same time.
Lin Qing's physical examination report flashed red, and the only sounds in the ward were the sound of the infusion tube and the 999+ work messages on the phone. Fang Yu was swallowed up by the Internet storm and locked herself up for seven days. On the seventh day, she opened the curtains and found that nothing in the outside world had changed except for her. It seemed that she could not go back.
One phone call, two "I can't live anymore."
Then they bought the latest flight to Dali, with no plans except that they had to leave.
In the old courtyard of Xizhou Ancient Town, they met the 70-year-old landlady. Grandma does three things every day: bask in the sun, dry radish, and watch the clouds. Grandma said: "You have thorns on your face, they are hard." Grandma also said: "Yun will stop when he is tired. Why are you so anxious?"
They began to paint walls, repair doors and windows, and plant flowers by themselves.
