Each chapter of "Tang Mian" is like an epiphyllum whose petals gradually expand and finally close, supporting two girls for nine years in the humid mist of a southern town. The story begins in the afternoon when Zhou Zhaodi fainted due to hypoglycemia when she was thirteen years old - she was curled up on the bluestone at the entrance of the alley, her forehead pressed against the cold wall, not even half a hard candy in her pocket, only the spittle that splashed on her collar when her mother scolded her as a "loser" in the morning. At this time, Lin Wantan ran over with her schoolbag on her back. The sound of her canvas shoes stepping on the puddles was like broken silver falling to the ground. She squatted down and handed over the warm milk, with the fragrance of freshly picked wild chrysanthemums on her fingertips: "Your face is as white as rice paper, you need something warm."
At that time, Lin Wantan didn't know that there was a test report just taken from the hospital hidden in the side pocket of her schoolbag; Zhou Zhaodi also didn't know that this girl with stars in her eyes when she smiled had just heard the doctor say in the consulting room that "it will be nine years at most." Their encounter was like the first gust of wind in late winter breaking into a flower bud waiting to bloom, a family with its original family - Zhou Zhaodi's home is always filled with the smell of soot and partiality, her brother Zhou Huaijin's sneakers are always shiny, and there is always only half of her bowl. A piece of cold steamed bun; a hidden wound wrapped in fate - Lin Wantan's parents always oscillate between "taking her to Disneyland when business is good" and "locking her in the attic at night to hide from debts". Her optimism is a candy wrapper for everyone to see, and it is wrapped in indelible bitterness.
Concept: In the seemingly unsolvable cage of fate, two souls illuminate each other with fragile but tenacious glimmers of light, completing a short-lived but eternal redemption. Their love and sacrifice are the gentlest and most powerful accusation against the cold world, proving that the meaning of life does not lie in the length, but in the depth of burning and the moment of mutual illumination.