In the eyes of others:
Su Wan - a hanging painter, falling in love every month, never true love.
Chen Xu - a scholarly family, an elite within the system, extremely well-behaved.
No one thought they could work out.
Until Chen Xu, who was famous for his good temper throughout the building, cornered the newly moved female painter.
"It was you who made me become less like myself, and you have to take responsibility for me."
Su Wan rubbed his face and smiled happily.
"Okay, I'm responsible for you."
Shen Du picked her up and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper: "Wanwan..."
It took Chen Xu a long time to understand that Su Wan would not stop for anyone.
But what does it matter? The wind never stays, because the wind itself is free.
In the rainy small town of Chengdu, among the smoky alleys and teahouses, Chen Xu met a painter.
Her warm and relaxed vitality illuminated his boring life of repeating rules for decades.
The lowering of the bottom line again and again made him feel excited in regret.
A month later, Su Wan's suitcase stood at the door again.
Chen Xu leaned against the door frame and didn't stop him.
Just when she turned around, she said softly:
"Next month, which city are you going to? Are there any vacancies next door?"
