Zhao Lei, a rough guy who came out of the village to make a living.
During the day, I tied steel bars at the construction site, and at night, I carried large buckets of water at the water station. He neither smokes nor drinks, and holds every penny tightly in his hands. His highest ideal in life is to save enough 100,000 yuan to build a house in his hometown and marry a wife who can live a down-to-earth life.
Cheng Jin is a freelance illustrator who lives on the sixth floor of an old small building.
She lives day and night, relying on takeaways and instant noodles to survive. She looks fair and beautiful, but has a vicious mouth and is decadent. She lives like a wisp of smoke that can be blown away by the wind at any time.
At first, Cheng Jin just thought that this big guy from Heita who was sweating profusely every time he delivered water and refused to ask for two more dollars was quite interesting.
Occasionally he handed over a bottle of ice water, and occasionally touched the rough back of the other person's hand pretending to be casual. Watching the honest man stutter and dodge with a red neck became a rare bad taste in his boring life.
Cheng Jin thought this was just a tacit and ambiguous game between adults.
Until that sultry summer night, when the two of them drank too much, their gun went off in a cramped rental house without air conditioning.
When he woke up the next day, Cheng Jin rubbed his sore waist and was thinking about how to turn the story over without leaving any trace, when he saw Zhao Lei sitting on the edge of the bed with red eyes and clenched fists.
Then, this man who was reluctant to even buy himself a bottle of mineral water took out a bank card with frayed edges and placed it solemnly on the bedside.
"I asked, you city people spend money on love. There are 48,000 in this card, which is all my belongings." Zhao Lei took a deep breath, looked into Cheng Jin's eyes and said seriously, "I will be responsible for what happened last night. From now on, I will work three jobs a day, so don't eat instant noodles, I will support you."
The cigarette in Cheng Jin's mouth fell on his lap: "... Ah?"
No, who taught you to be so responsible? ? ?
Concept: "In the cramped and noisy streets and alleys, two originally unequal souls collided. One person used the clumsiest sense of responsibility to provide a warm foundation for the other person in this indifferent city."