This is a story about a group that is not recognized in society-patients with bipolar disorder.
Meng Sicheng, who suffered from campus bullying and family crisis, suffered a mental breakdown due to sleep disorder. When he was dying, he met Song Yuanhang, a gentle and healing person. He was saved, gradually grew up and fulfilled his dream.
I want to go somewhere where no one knows us, where there are no high-rise buildings, no commercial centers, no traffic jams, and no strange people and things.
I wanted to rent a house there. There was a rocking chair in front of the house. I was wearing loose clothes and holding a cattail leaf fan.
On a sunny afternoon, I was drinking tea and reading a book. My neighbor passed by and chatted with me for a few words. My child passed by and asked me for some candies.
You come back from get off work, carrying a suit jacket with a briefcase in your hand.
I looked at you, and what was warmer than the sun at that moment was the smile on your face.