He burned himself to light the way for millions of people.
And she caught the light.
Forty-one-year-old Chen Yan stepped out from under the kerosene lamp in the small town of Yanzhao and became a top teacher in the education planning industry in ten years. He has seen too many children from ordinary families take the wrong path due to lack of information, so he worked hard to be the person who lights the lamp.
But the torrent of the traffic era carried him all the way. He laughed at himself in the live broadcast room, "Maybe he will die suddenly on the podium one day." Everyone thought it was a joke - until that ordinary afternoon, he really fell.
Wen Qing is the most inconspicuous content editor of Tuzhi Education. Three years after joining the company, she always looked at the light from a distance, not daring to approach or disturb it, and she didn't even have the identity to have an upright and sad moment.
After Chen Yan left, capital withdrew, peers suppressed, and employees dispersed, leaving Tuzhi on the verge of collapse. Everyone said it was time to give up, but Wen Qing stayed. She opened Chen Yan's posthumous manuscript and saw the trembling handwriting on the notebook -
"The light should be on, but don't burn it too fast."
She finally understood: It wasn't that he didn't know his body was failing, but that there were too many people behind him waiting for him to show the way. He is like a moth flying into the flame, knowing that it will burn out, but choosing to shine.
This is not a love story.
This is a story about looking up and passing on, burning out and picking up the lamp.
This is a story about how ordinary people keep their original aspirations in the era of traffic.
The road to dust is long, and a person will burn out.
A group of people can make a river of lights.
