Her ex-boyfriend, whom she broke up with four years ago, became the security guard downstairs in her company. He came here on purpose. I watch her go to and from get off work every day, and send text messages late at night to remind her not to leave. She had blocked him, thinking she would never see him again in this life, but he came back again, wearing a wrinkled uniform, tanned, and smiling at her. Start with a cup of soy milk, start with a hot pot meal, start with holding hands and walking down the street. He quit his job as a security guard and picked up the drawings again, brought her mother to live with him, and held her hand in the first building he built with his own hands. No ups and downs. It was just two people who got separated. One looked back, but the other didn't go far.
Concept: Ordinary love of ordinary people