Hey Mi Yang

I once thought that life was just embarrassing "retreats" one after another. From the military camp in Shaoyang, Hunan, I carried the regret of not being able to stay in the team; from the cold office building in Shanghai, I carried the notice of being laid off. I fled to Dali and used the excuse of "broken love" to wrap up all the taste of failure. Until I met Mi Yang in the vast crowd of people in another city. He is like a beam of light that illuminates my gray world. We fell in love and warmed each other in a strange city, thinking we had grasped the gift of fate. However, the backside of light is shadow. When the torrent of reality comes, we discover that some wounds cannot be healed by love. The sweetness that started with "Hey, Mi Yang" ended with a feeble "Goodbye". I returned to Dali again, and this time, there was nowhere to escape. I rented a dilapidated courtyard. The landlord was a man named Sanliu who was as silent as stone. Under his roof, I tore away the pretense of being "broken in love" and revealed the real scar of being "abandoned by the system." Sweat, dust, rough wood, and Sanliu's cold diagnosis of "sequelae of habitual withdrawal" became my new life. I named this unformed inn - "Return to the Team". This is not a story about love gains and losses. This is a story about how a man, after losing everything, learned to say to himself "Hey, man, it's time to return to the team", and then bent down to rebuild his broken life brick by brick. The "Return to the Army" inn is always waiting for those soldiers who have temporarily lost their way on the battlefield of life. And you, ready to go home