His name is Chen Yan. He is 19 years old. He dropped out of school and returned home in his second year of junior high school. He used a sewing machine to support himself and his grandmother. He pedaled the sewing machine quickly and steadily. After finishing a piece of clothing, he ironed it and hung it up, waiting for someone to pick it up.
Then Jiang Xun came. He wasn't here to travel - he just didn't know where else to go. He saw the photo of the pomegranate tree while browsing the Internet. It was too red to be true. The day he dragged his suitcase into the town, a golden retriever rubbed his trouser leg.
Later he lived in Chen's house. Grandma Chen gave him a pair of silver bracelets and a bowl of white fungus soup that she "stewed too much". Chen Yan gave him a corner where he could sit and not talk, a burgundy shirt, and a glass of warm milk with sugar before going to bed. The golden retriever dumpling was lying at the door, brushing his ankles with his tail. The little puppy Toffee nestled in his arms, sucking on her pacifier and fell asleep.
Jiang Xun didn't know how to define "home".
But he gradually discovered that some people don't need you to explain anything, and they don't need you to promise anything. They just put the dishes and chopsticks in place, left the lights on, and passed the days slowly, slow enough for a person to understand - you don't have to rush here anymore.
This is a story about "how to stay".
Nothing earth-shattering, just a bowl of wontons, a river, a pomegranate tree and a tailor shop.
Intention: Place yourself