When she was twenty-two years old, she dragged her suitcase and stood in the crowd at Shanghai Hongqiao Railway Station. She thought that if she worked hard enough, she could take root here, and that her lover who went to this city hand in hand would accompany her all the way.
But the pressure of rent is more urgent than ideals, the workplace never believes in tears, and the phone calls from parents always end with the words "come back." The love that was once hot is slowly losing its luster amid the triviality of daily necessities.
Late at night before the subway, she leaned against the car window and looked at herself reflected in the glass: her eyes were red, but the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed into a stubborn arc. At this moment, she asked her heart: Who am I living for?
Later, she changed jobs, moved houses, got promoted step by step, and eventually lost the person she promised to spend her life with. But she didn't wallow in sadness. She finally understood that she was the only one in the world who could overcome the storm.
The wind in Shanghai is still howling every day, but she is no longer swayed by fate. She lived on her own shore.
This is not a story about waiting to be redeemed by others, but the whole process of an ordinary girl breaking herself into pieces and rebuilding her little by little.
When Yan was crossing Shanghai at night, he first crossed himself when crossing others.
—Sheng Zhiyan·"Yan Wan Ferry to Shanghai"
Concept: Timeline of the story: high school → college → graduation and entering society. It starts from the acquaintance of teenagers in high school and goes all the way to college. After graduation, the heroine enters the society and faces the unfamiliar real world. When you first enter society, you will be confused and confused. You will face the reality of life and grow and transform little by little through experiencing people and things. In the encounter, interaction, and entanglement with the male protagonist and the second male protagonist, I saw all kinds of different people. The heroine initially relied on others, hoping in her heart that happiness would come to her, and always looking forward to having someone to rely on. Slowly, under the polish of reality, slowly recognize yourself and complete your inner growth. I don't want to write a ridiculous plot, I want to write about the real youth and emotions of ordinary people, and the whole process of a girl's transition from timid dependence to independence.