During the lockdown period in Wuhan, the singing voices and lights of two young people unexpectedly met on the balcony.
Zhai Xingchen, a wandering singer, uses music to fight against the weight of life, and his guitar is full of traces of wandering.
Hao Sixian, a lighting engineer, hides his obsession with beauty in rational order, and his sketchbook is full of secrets of light.
A sudden pursuit of light, a support for "too many supplies", an impromptu humming through the sound of rain——
From the lights that "smell like sun-baked quilts" to the melody that is "like raindrops falling on the tin roof",
They build a safe haven for each other in the gaps of existence.
When the lockdown ends, we face the fork in life:
Should we return to the normal track, or continue to deviate?
They chose each other and found the original pulse of music between the river and the sound of the city.
From the balcony to the beach, from online to the human world,
They use music to cure insomnia in the city, and use lights to warm passers-by on cold nights.
Plant reeds in the mud, hear time in the old piano,
Let the cicadas resonate, let the sun speak, and let millions of people sing in the kitchen through the screen.
This is a story about music and love, persistence and growth.
It will tell you:
Even the most ordinary of us can still be each other's light in a broken era.
Sweet text, HE at the end of the year, two-way redemption + running to each other, getting to know each other, falling in love with each other, a long-lasting love story
——I would like to dedicate this article to my friend LSX in Wuhan and the people of Wuhan who have bravely reborn after the disaster.
Intention: Even the most ordinary of us can live as each other's light in a broken era