That autumn, Lin Yuanqiao walked out of the mountains, carrying a snakeskin bag and in his pocket the three hundred yuan that his grandmother had given him before she died.
He didn't know that on the other side of the city, a girl named Su Nianyun was kneeling in the hospital corridor begging the doctor to save her mother.
One is a helpless orphan, and the other is a daughter who has been dragged down by her paralyzed mother for ten years. Two people who had been crushed into dust by life met in a dilapidated old alley. He helped her fix water pipes, carried his mother on his back, and survived every unbearable night; she cooked noodles for him, left a light on, and treated him as her first home.
When the rumors were scraping by like knives, and when everyone was saying "you are not good enough for her," he stood at the alley and said word by word: She is my partner. I am good to her and she is good to me.
This is a story about two ordinary people who spent half their lives suffering. Flowers blooming from the dust understand the preciousness of light best.
It's really pleasing to the eye.