Wen Qian, 24 years old, is a kindergarten teacher. She is stuffed with feathers and sequins by children every day. Her smile is shallow, like a walking warm light.
Living alone in Room 403 of the old community, raising my cousin's five-year-old Doudou, I faced overtime work, low salary, and cold violence in my relationship. My life was tiring and miserable.
Next door, 402 moved in. Shen Yuyun is a 28-year-old well-known suspense writer. He is tall and steady. The dark circles under his eyes are traces of staying up late to write. He has a pure black five-black dog named Mo Mo at home, and his study is filled with writing props to ward off evil spirits.
Doudou shouted at the first sight: Uncle Ghost! Ghost dog!
Qian Qian knocks on the door and warns: Don't tell scary stories to children! ! !
As a result, she fell asleep holding Mo Mo on the night of the power outage. On rainy days, he put a windbreaker over her head, and there was a bowl of hot milk at the door when she was cold.
The most social part was the parent-teacher meeting in the kindergarten. Doudou took Shen Yuyun to be his "dad", and there was a parent-child talent show. He talked seriously about "a pale hand stretched out from the crack of the door at midnight"...
All the children in the audience were petrified, and Qianqian shouted: "Don't!" Give! Child! Speak! Fear! Story! Ah! ! !
The scene burst into laughter for three seconds and then applauded, making the tips of Shen Yuyun's ears turn red.
From that day on, this writer who spoke little but was reliable began to use actions to pull her out of the neglected corner little by little.
Sand sculpture healing + small sparks in the neighborhood, the fatigue and warmth of reality are intertwined.
Concept: Being seen is the best love: in the daily fatigue and neglect, someone uses clumsy actions to pull you back into the light from the dark corner little by little.
