Xie Zhiyao worked in a printing shop in Huishui Town for four years.
She has printed application forms, job postings and wedding photos for others, and remembers many people's names and places, but her resume is very short. When she moved, a delivery truck loaded up the things she wanted to take away.
Xia Lin came to town that summer. She was betrayed by her long-term boyfriend and moved into an old house by the river. She learned to cook for one person and tried not to answer the phone calls to explain herself.
They started to get acquainted by borrowing roads, printing and a few light meals.
Xie Zhiyao was moved first. She knew that Xia Lin regarded her as a friend, so she only remembered her leaking windows, cabinets that were always backwards, and which bus would make it difficult to go home.
Xia Lin also remembers her. I remember the first time she rented an apartment by herself, after her probation period ended. I remember that she always took photos for others, but there were not many decent photos in her own photo album.
But Xia Lin thought that all the closeness between them could be called friendship.
Later, Xie Zhiyao understood: A person who truly cherishes you may say the most sad things to you when he knows you like him.
The river in the town flows as usual. Salary, rent, home phone number, none of them will be automatically solved by falling in love.
She wanted a room where she could close the door, and she also wanted to like someone openly inside that door.
Purpose: Ordinary people's feelings deserve to be taken seriously, and ordinary women also have the right to decide how they live and who they love.
