Tang Yian has never been kind to fate in his life.
My father died of excessive smoking, my mother broke down and followed her, my uncle died of a work-related injury, and my aunt became ill with longing for her. What was left to her in the end was a five-year-old cousin and a leaky rental house.
She thought she would be like this for the rest of her life.
Until I met Gu Nansheng.
He talks little, has a cold face, and doesn't like to laugh. That day she was pestered by a drunk man in a convenience store. He came over and blocked the counter and said only two words: "Check out." The drunk man cursed and left. She said thank you, and he nodded, turned around and pushed the door open.
Later, he helped her repair water pipes, carried small fish to the hospital, and made dumplings for her to eat when she came back. He had done so much for her.
He didn't say nice things, but he didn't miss anything he needed to do.
She has suffered a lot in her life. Later, those bitter experiences were finally mixed with a little sweetness.
Intention: Two low-level little people redeem each other in suffering, using love to interpret the weight and dignity of life.