Sister's Composition Rules

He was the only fire when she lost everything and he was left with nothing. --- It only took Jian hope three hours from the time she found out her husband was cheating on her to driving away. Thirty days cooling off period? No, what she needs is a complete self-exile. As a cutting-edge architect in the industry, she took over the renovation project of a remote ancient village and fled deep into the mountains - she just wanted to bury her failed self with drawings and busyness. Then she met Xie Yuan. When he was eighteen years old, his father died and he was left to live under someone else's roof. His relatives were deprived of his qualifications to go to school. On a rainy night, the young man huddled in the corner of the village committee, like a wet chick abandoned by the world. Jian hope looked at the fire that was about to die out in his eyes, as if she saw herself who wanted to learn architecture regardless of everything. "I'll help you study." She heard herself say, like a redemption of the past. In the beginning, it was just a relationship between the sponsor and the funded person. He called her "Teacher Jane", awe-inspiring and distant. She looked at him like a stubborn seedling breaking through the ground, admiring and restraining him. Until—— He stayed up late to sort out the surveying and mapping data of ancient buildings for her, and his eyes were blue and black but surprisingly bright: "Teacher Jian's drawing looks like he is designing the future for the mountain." When she collapsed due to her ex-husband's harassing phone calls, he silently handed her hot tea and said in a jerky dialect: "Sister, the bamboos in the mountains can grow new branches even if they are broken." The day he got the college admission notice, he was the first to run to her old house where she was staying temporarily. He held the thin paper in his sweaty palms and said in a trembling voice: "Jian hope... Can I go to your city?"