The first time Wen Yan met Xie Heng was in the alley outside the mental hospital. He squatted on the ground to pick up the medicine box. His eyes were red and there were two pimples on the back of his neck.
Xie Heng stood and looked at it for three seconds, then bent down and placed a business card at his feet.
Later Wen Yan started selling red roses on the street corner. Five yuan a stick, the stall will be closed when it wilts.
Xie Heng passes by that street every night.
"Lack of money?"
"No. I pay for my dad's medicine... I earn it myself."
Xie Heng knelt down and took a wilted rose from his arms.
"Come to my company tomorrow."
Wen Yan didn't know that Xie Heng's father also lived in that mental hospital. Xie Heng didn't know that Wen Yan put a rose on his table every day because he really couldn't say anything else.
They all thought they were hiding.
One is hiding fear, the other is hiding pain.
Later, Wen Yan's fever reached 39 degrees Celsius. Xie Heng made seventeen phone calls but no one answered. Finally, he pried open the door, wrapped him in a coat and carried him downstairs.
In the back seat of the car, the tips of Xie Heng's ears turned red.
Wen Yan opened his eyes drowsily and saw his Adam's apple moving.
"Mr. Xie..."
"Shut up."
He wrapped his coat a little tighter.
Wen Yan buried his face in it and smiled. The little tiger teeth struck Xie Heng's cufflinks, making a clicking sound.
The beauty of Tangdi is not the same as that of Hubei.
They are like two crooked little trees, their roots entangled and neither of them can let go.
Intent: Love and the redemption of trauma. Even if they are born into broken families, they can still be each other's medicine.