The city lights are bright, but they cannot illuminate the loneliness of countless people who have insomnia late at night.
The Insomnia Guest House deep in Huaishu Lane is a gentle haven in a corner of the bustling city. It is open day and night, with no expensive entertainment. It only has a cup of warm milk with a constant temperature of 45 degrees, a bouquet of sunflowers, and a lamp that is always on for those who return late. It is specially designed to house all souls trapped by fatigue, regret and obsession.
Day and night were once ordinary people crushed by life. The life of a twenty-six-year-old is an endless 996 workplace internal conflict, an unexpected ending of a relationship, and a life full of enthusiasm that is slowly worn away by reality. Late at night when he was on the verge of collapse, he strayed into this old alley and met the Insomnia Hostel. He also reunited with the seventeen-year-old Chicheng who had been lost for many years.
Here, he met a group of fellow travelers.
Zhi Xia, a flower shop clerk with a scar on his left hand who reconciles with his incomplete dream, is gentle and tenacious, waiting for time to return; singer Lin Ye, who sealed away his love due to the betrayal of his heart and wandered for three years, picked up his broken guitar in the evening breeze and night; Xing Luo, a bartender who was tired of the glitz of the assembly line and insisted on sticking to his heart, took a pot of good wine and went to the mountains to find his kind.
Four young people, full of regrets and obsessions, met each other in countless silent nights. Each of them hides their unknown trauma, and with their unfinished love and unwillingness, in this small guest house, they talk about their feelings, comfort each other, and slowly heal themselves.
There is no forced redemption, no bloody entanglements, only the most real confusion and tenderness in the city.
Some people are making peace with the past here, some are here to regain their original aspirations, some are finding a place to belong, and some are getting ready to move forward.
True healing is never about being saved by someone, but about self-perfection. The best bond is never to bind each other, but to illuminate each other and grow together.
The lights are always bright at night and the evening breeze is gentle.
We stop here to rest, let go of all the fatigue, and eventually go to our respective mountains and seas with love and courage, meeting each other year after year, and getting better year by year.
Intention: In the loneliness of the late night in the city, heal ourselves, accompany each other, and finally shine and move forward gently.