That year, Chen Zhiwei lost his job.
The rental house in Shancheng was due to expire at the end of the month. She sat in the hot pot restaurant and nodded to her brother, saying yes - move, go home, and follow the arrangements. The girl who had been stubborn since childhood finally admitted that she couldn't make a career.
Also that night, a new neighbor moved next door. The man stood up from the cardboard boxes and dust in the corridor. A medical mask covered half of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. Zhiwei stared at those eyes for several seconds, feeling like she had seen them somewhere.
Then she remembered.
It's Fangyu. The squad leader of junior high school, always ranked first in mathematics, and the head teacher personally stamped him as "the proud son of heaven" with "unlimited potential". He was once the smoothest person in the entire grade. Everyone thought he would follow the brightest path, become a civil servant, stay in his hometown, and live a stable and dignified life.
Now he has become a miserable doctor squatting in the corridor after the night shift, with cobwebs hanging from his hair.
The two doors are separated by a corridor. Two people who had been separated for many years bumped into each other again when they were at their most embarrassed. This reunion was not just about who had a worse life, but more like two lines that had deviated from the preset track, and finally came back together in the night of the mountain city, and held hands gently.
