In 1996, Qinghai girl Xiao Moli dragged a cardboard box into the Shanghai Research Institute.
The musty smell of the archives, the crowding of the dormitory, the contempt and oppression in the workplace - she is like a wild jasmine in the tundra, without any halo, stubbornly taking root in the reinforced concrete.
He Qiming, a talented and uninhibited director, opened the door to her heart with a piece of music paired with her poem.
He smiled crookedly and said that her code poems were like "binary written by Wang Mojie", but when he was about to fall in love, he caught her hugging another girl under the sycamore tree, and even had an affair with her roommate. Jasmine closed her heart and swallowed her tears into the rainy season of 1997.
Accountant Zhuang Cheng's gentleness and tolerance are like medicine.
He silently prepared ointment for her hand injuries and medicine for her foot injuries. When she finally let down her guard, she was told in the seventh year of marriage that he had fallen in love with someone else - the hurt was even more tragic than that of He Qiming.
Jasmine and her son Zhuang Huang are preparing to move into a pavilion in the alley. From translator in the archives to founder of a private school, she will carve out her own way of life between the neon lights of the Huangpu River and the snow line of Qinghai Lake.
· Two loves, one marriage, and a woman's sobriety history
· The ups and downs of Shanghai drifting women in the 1990s
· The thorny road from "being chosen" to "choosing yourself"
True independence is not about leaving a man, but about finding yourself.
Intention: True independence is not to leave a man, but to find oneself.
