Seventeen-year-old Jiang Xiu is used to using pain to confirm that she is still alive. The tongue nail is her quietest resistance, and the inflamed wound is her silence without explaining to anyone. She grew up alone in a ten-square-meter rental house, surviving every day in the cheap steam of the milk tea shop, turning herself into a mountain that no one cares about.
You Zhen is not a doctor like a doctor. Under the white coat are the hands of the piercer, and transparent eyebrow nails are hidden in the peak of the eyebrows, which can only be seen if you get closer. She runs a small shop called "Que·Piercing". The lights are warm yellow and the criterion for closing is whether she wants to bask in the sun today. She had met too many people with stories, but when Jiang Xiu opened the door and came in, she still heard a different voice - it was a person asking in the stupidest way: Is anyone willing to see me?
Starting from the inflamed tongue nail in the physical examination center, starting from the door that was finally opened late at night after hesitation for a long time, starting from a bowl of porridge that is not hot, a Polo shirt that is one size too big, and a key that can open the door by itself. This is not a story about salvation. They were two people who lived their lives like mountains. One summer, they finally saw each other.
Concept: You don't need to become a river, you can always be a mountain.