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The secret love at the age of seventeen remained unspoken, but the reunion at the age of twenty gave everything an answer. Under the sycamore tree at the beginning of high school, the introverted and quiet Nianjiu met the dazzling Lin Yu. For more than a thousand days and nights, she hid her thoughts in her diary, regarded the encounter as a coincidence, hurried past with her head lowered when she met him in the corridor, and followed his figure with her eyes on the sidelines of the basketball court. She thought that this long secret love would eventually become a silent regret in her youth when he transferred schools without warning in her senior year of high school. Three years later, in the autumn sun of Beijing's 798 Art District, the man whom he thought he would never see again suddenly turned around. Over the simmering coffee, the belated explanation finally revealed the silence and parting that year. It turned out that those "coincidences" that she carefully collected were his clumsy but serious intentions; those thoughts that she thought no one knew about had been collected by him long ago. From the age of seventeen to twenty, from a small southern town to the huge Beijing, they spent three years missing it, and spent all the following seasons learning how not to miss it again. This is a story about "unspoken" and "luckily it's in time". It is written to all the youth who have written one person's name all over the draft paper, and to all you and me who believe that true love may take a detour, but it will never be absent. When the vast sea of ​​secret love spans time surges again, and the island passes, the sky will eventually clear up. If youth is destined to have a grand regret, I am glad that we still have the right to meet again and the courage to fall in love again.

In the corner of the city, there is a place that only listens and does not judge. Corner Coffee, a cafe hidden in the corner of an old street, had a simple facade. He was used to listening, observing, and keeping an appropriate distance from people-until people with their own stories pushed open the faded wooden door. Here are: A middle-aged man who drank coffee with seven sugar cubes for three consecutive years until one day he learned to face "bitterness"; A young girl who counts down her life in a cloth-covered notebook, leaving behind a story with no ending; The mother who orders a cup of hot milk every Friday night and relearns "missing" between bitterness and sweetness; Couples who cover up their uneasiness with quarrels and finally understand their own heartbeats in silence; Recording for his wife suffering from Alzheimer's disease, protecting the old man he loves in his misplaced memory; And one rainy night, a stranger who was soaked and afraid to go home... Here, no one is a "customer", everyone is a "story" itself. Coffee is bitter, milk is warm, sugar cubes are sweet - and life is often a mixture of the three. The protagonist thought he was healing others, but gradually discovered while listening: real healing is not to provide answers, but to allow problems to exist; not to drive away wind and rain, but to become a roof for each other to hide from the rain. "Worry-Relief Cafe"-- I hope you can find your own cup of coffee at the right temperature here, Also find yourself who dares to face the "bitterness" of life and cherish the "sweetness" in it. "Some wounds don't need to be healed, they just need a space where they won't be questioned."