Rice Is in the Pot

2017, Urban village. Cheng Ye, a car repair apprentice, repaired a second-hand electric car that broke down halfway for Shen Yu, a new media editor who had just moved here. "Second-hand? Second-hand anti-made." From then on, I had to bake one portion of cold noodles, buy two accounting books, and the goal of saving money changed from buying a house to buying a shop. He writes his signs by hand, and secretly takes photos of himself eating noodles; one saves "that day" in an old mobile phone, and the other writes "ten years" on an IOU. They all thought that as long as they gritted their teeth and waited, they would get a good life. Later, Shen Yu went abroad and Cheng Ye stayed at the shop; his father was seriously ill and the city was closed due to the epidemic. Two birthdays were missed twice. One of them stood outside the mourning hall and the other squatted in the corridor. There are no misunderstandings, no third parties, and no bloodshed. The reason is that life itself is too heavy. On the day we broke up, Cheng Ye said: "It's cold outside, put on your gloves." A week after the breakup, his voice habitually sent: "Have you finished get off work? The food is in the pot." Seven years later, a demolition notice was posted on the wall of the old shop. Cheng Ye stood in front of the shop that had been closed for two years, opened his address book, and found the word "" at the top. This time, he didn't want to wait any longer Concept: Two ordinary men fell in love for seven years, were separated by life, and met again by fate.