Mian Chen survived the car accident three years ago.
The person who rescued him was his ex-girlfriend and writer Wen Di, who was about to break up. She dragged him more than ten meters out of the burning car, then turned around and walked back to the oil-leaking car and sat in it. The car exploded.
Three years later, he inherited an old house at the end of the ancient town in Jiangnan. There were two words written on the lintel: Di Mian.
At night, this place opens its doors to those who have cracks in their hearts. There are only three rules: eat first and don't say anything before eating; don't ask where you came from, just ask what you are looking for; and you must leave before sunrise.
When a guest is sent away, a light is lit in the corridor. With all twenty-four lights on, you can see the person you want to see.
He sent away the programmer who couldn't finish modifying the code, the young man standing by the rooftop, the old man who had been waiting for seventy-four years, and the middle-aged man who was looking for his daughter with his briefcase... The lights came on one by one, but he saw a line of words in the deepest part of the note:
On the last page, his name was written.
And the person who wrote this line is under the house, blocking an almost unblockable hole for him.
