Lin Zhan died on the way to the appointment. When he opened his eyes again, he became the leader of the Shen Group - Shen Yi, who had just woken up from a coma after falling from a building.
In her previous life, she was the illustrator "Deng Zhan" and communicated with the genius "Qing Yan" of the Department of Architecture through the library guest book for three years. They agreed to meet under the old locust tree at the autumnal equinox. She brought the library design draft they had drawn together, and the other party brought the model he had made by himself. But she failed to reach the tree.
In this life, she sat in the main seat of the conference room as Shen Yi, watching the woman in black in the audience unfold the old textile factory renovation plan - Su Qingyuan, the founder of Qingyan Architectural Firm, and the person she owed a three-year contract to.
She hid all her habits, didn't dare to sketch, didn't dare to knock on the table, didn't dare to look at her again. But when she was reviewing the drawing late at night, she unconsciously modified the staircase step module in the corner of the drawing - it was exactly the same as the steps the two of them had drawn together three years ago.
Su Qingyuan blocked her in the office, and spread out the yellowed message book with red eyes: "The lamp is missing a level at the corner, as if it is missing a beat of heartbeat. I am the only one you wrote this sentence for me to read."
The two people, separated by life, death and skin, recognized each other in the ruins. Hidden beneath the old textile factory are Shen's seventy years of shady stories - embezzlement of public funds, forged agreements, and the murders of two generations. They rescued evidence from the collapsed air-raid shelter, exposed the conspiracy in public at the board meeting, and built a "stacked" library on the ruins.
On the autumnal equinox, the sun passes through the 17-degree crack and falls on the dome. Su Qingyuan knelt down on one knee and raised the ring: "Lin Zhan, are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?"
This is a story about architecture, suspense and two-way running. All the recognitions are hidden in the drawings that only two architects can read.
Concept: The best love is like a good building - two-way bearing, supporting each other. Use honesty to pour love and use time to protect your original intention.