Warm Vines Under Stardust

At four o'clock in the morning in the city, the sound of keyboards stopped, but Su Xingmian's world was completely silent first. The project was robbed, her mother was seriously ill, her father scolded her... What broke her was not the last straw, but the whole world. She locked herself into darkness and refused all light, until her best friend Xia Zhi, who was carrying a camera and hot candy porridge, opened the door: "Su Xingmian! Come out to eat!" And Wen Yan, a psychiatrist with a voice like hot milk: "Don't want to talk? Then let's put this old photo together." And the little stray cat Dumpling that was trembling against her fingertips. Start by recording "Today Tuanzi stepped on my hand", start by drawing a crooked green line, Her broken world was repaired and illuminated bit by bit by these insignificant warmth. She began to draw, drawing the shadows of pain and the vines struggling upward in the shadows. Later, her paintings turned into picture books, which healed countless "her former selves"; Her story turned into strength, weaving into a huge, warm net that caught more falling stars. This is a story about how to save oneself in the abyss of despair and how to be saved by love. It also tells how a broken soul finally becomes a warm star that lights up other people's dark nights. If you have ever felt unable to hold on late at night, please open this book—— There is no chicken soup here, only the warmth of a bowl of hot sugar porridge, the purring of a kitten, and the promise of "Let's get better together slowly."