Seven years ago, Wu Yuning pushed her mother down the stairs. Not intentionally, just a manic episode. My mother didn't call the police and didn't forgive her. She only said one sentence: "You are not my son." Then she transferred money to the card every month and never answered his call again.
He fled to Dali and met Jiang Tengmin. Gentle, dazzling, loved by everyone. He didn't know that this man was also on the run - no one wanted him after his parents divorced. He was thrown into an old house in Dali and lived on the monthly living expenses from his father. His tenderness is a weapon, and his flattery is fear. What he needs is not a lover, but someone "who can't live without him."
They think each other is light, but in fact they are both abyss.
Seven years later, Wu Yuning returned to Erhai Lake and walked into the water. An arm wrapped around his waist from behind and dragged him ashore. He heard the voice, as gentle and gentle as seven years ago: "You still owe me an explanation."
He was locked in the B&B room. Jiang Tengmin sat beside the bed and took out two train tickets. "You were on the train, and I was two rows behind. You were asleep, and I watched you all the way." Only then did he realize that this man had been following him for seven years. It's not romantic waiting, it's a drowning person clinging to another person's name.
Wu Yuning said: "You shouldn't wait for me."
Jiang Tengmin said: "If you die, what will my seven years be?"
This is a story that is not healing. They are two abysses, illuminating each other.
Concept: Not every abyss needs to be filled, some abyss just needs to be seen.