When he was seventeen years old, Shang Youyang handed peeled chestnuts to the young man who was painting with his head in the studio of No. 1 Middle School. He said "study hard", she said "oh", and then disappeared from each other's twelve years.
When we met again, she had just escaped from a five-year domestic violence marriage, with scars on her body that could never be erased and a devastated heart. He was her old friend from childhood. He was taciturn, calm and self-possessed. He was never short of people around him, but he had never been sincere towards anyone.
A gentle and intimate contact became the beginning of her self-salvation, and also became the turning point for him to fade away from his glitz and realize his life.
Overcoming past pain, real obstacles, malicious entanglements, and life-and-death tests, it took her twelve years to understand that the boy who rejected her back then either didn't like her or didn't dare to like her. It took him twelve years to admit that the girl peeling chestnuts in his studio had been chasing him since she was seventeen.
This is a story about waiting, healing and running in both directions. It's not who saved the other, it's the two people who climbed out of the ruins, recognized each other at the end of the long years, and then walked side by side.
"You are my feathers. Without you, I can't fly."
"You are where I belong. Without you, I can't fly high."
Intention: It is not about "how one person is saved by another person", but about "how two people who crawled out of the ruins recognized each other at the end of the long years, and then decided to walk side by side."