Lin Wan, 27, is a senior lawyer at Hengzhun Law Firm, specializing in commercial compliance.
She has a sense of calmness about her: her long, slightly curly black hair is always tucked neatly behind her neck, her shirt is buttoned to the top, and the corners of the documents in her commute bag are always neatly collected with hard folders.
After being treated coldly by her former employer, it was Cheng Wei, a close friend from college who is now the vigorous founding partner of the law firm, who reached out to her. Cheng Wei admired her meticulousness and was well aware of the unnoticeable fatigue beneath her calm shell, and was determined to pave the way for her to become a partner.
25-Year-old Su He ran away from home and lived by painting, running a small "Wandering Color" studio.
She has fluffy honey-brown curly hair and a few small freckles scattered on the tip of her nose. She always smiles brightly, like a clear summer sky, and loves the smell of fireworks.
Life in her life is like a wet canvas, always with traces of randomness: keys often slip into the seams of the sofa, and scarves casually placed on the easel become temporary interlinings.
Sharing a house with Lin Wan is a gentle collision of two worlds:
Lin Wan silently put the painting tools scattered in the entrance hall into the rattan basket, while Su He quietly placed a cup of honey water at the right temperature on the corner of the table while she was working at her desk late at night. There was a piece of paper with a cheering figure on the bottom of the cup. In the apartment, a silent understanding is quietly growing.
Rain pattered outside the studio window. Lin Wan stood in front of the canvas. The picture showed her in a warm-lit kitchen collecting water. In the shadow of the corner, there was a vague silhouette of Su He staring at her.
Lin Wan's eyes fell on the shadow in the corner of the canvas, and her voice was very soft: "Why did you paint this?"
Su He's fingers stained with paint curled up unconsciously, and the paint dripped from his fingers to the ground. She raised her eyes to look at Lin Wan, her amber eyes had a moist light like wet paint:
"Because..." She paused, her voice as hoarse and determined as a paint scraper scratching a canvas:
"Lin Wan, you are the only primary color on my palette that is out of control."
She took a small step forward, and the smell of turpentine spread between the two of them: "I... Surrendered."
Loyal Dog, Painter in the Sunshine Years* Arrogant and Exquisite Lawyer in the Years
Intention: grow wildly, grow toward the sun, walk hand in hand, and wait for the flowers to bloom