My West City, Your Shanghai

# Tears of Literature #Reality Direction #Urban Emotion #Heart-Suffering #Underlying Narrative He is a delivery boy in a partition room in the west part of the city, and she is a designer in the Guomao office building. One glance from the rooftop, and she stooped down to enter his world, but he pushed her away again and again because of his inferiority complex. She silently contributed manuscripts and bookstore drawings for him, and wrote letters in Suzhou saying "I have been waiting for you for three years"; he was trapped in the cage of "not worthy" and dared not respond. What is cruel is the inability to love under the class divide. It is the old Zhou who coughed up blood and refused to stop writing when the demolition notice was posted. It is the closure of Zhao Lei's barbecue restaurants one by one. It is the mother who fell and still smiled and said "it's okay". It is the old cat squatting on the ruins and refusing to leave. The nice thing is - she never looked down on him, it was him who looked down on himself. He finally opened the USB flash drive and cried like a child when he saw the sentence "I remember it all" on the drawing. After he finished writing his second book, the bookstore moved from the west of the city to the east, but the signboard still had the same four words. After the operation, Lao Zhou said, "I can still write for ten years." On the opening day of Zhao Lei's new store, it was smoky. His mother wore a red sportswear and danced in the square, and the cat jumped on the new window sill to bask in the sun. The wedding was very simple. Lao Zhou made a speech and said, "You have grown up." Shen Ruoxi wore a white dress and smiled like she did on the rooftop five years ago. The west side of the city was demolished, but the far side remains. The lights are still on and the people are still there. Supporting, writing, accompanying - this is the heroism of ordinary people.