Lin Yu, an ordinary migrant worker, is trapped in the mechanical chores of a nine-to-five job, wrapped up in layers of security expectations from his family and the secular rules of the workplace. He can only rely on his love of secretly writing novels to sustain the mediocrity and boring day after day. He has no counterattack with explosive talent, no blockbuster opportunity, only silent persistence, repeated obstacles, self-stretching and internal friction day after day. Until I met the transparent and relaxed Su Wan at the Old Street Bookstore, the two accompanied each other in the most ordinary and stress-free way. There is no grand encounter, no ambiguity that heats up rapidly. Only small chats, relaxed interactions, gentle dismantling and two-way self-healing are used to slowly dissolve the worldly anxiety and self-internal friction. The story does not tell about leap-forward growth and transformation, but about how ordinary people can hold on to a little love, catch their own negative emotions, and reconcile with the mediocre life in a humble life.
Intention: Unfinished story, unfulfilled love, just in time for the night breeze, just to meet her