When I Was Thirty-Five Years Old, the Weight Was Lost.

At the age of 35, Fang Xumo personally laid off his subordinates who had been with him for 5 years. The man left a company-customized cup for 9 yuan with free shipping, and the words: "You are also a person in a cage." From that day on, the internet product director began to have shaking hands, panic attacks in the conference room, and started to wake up naturally at three in the morning - with a heartbeat of 127, black spots in his vision, and numbness in his left hand. He thought there was only one long fall left in his life. Until he met Gu Xiaowei in a convenience store. She set 17 alarm clocks, but she always woke up at 3:30. The mobile phone is buckled on the table, and the green switches on the screen are densely packed, like a prison of her own making. "Wake up at three o'clock and report to each other." Two misguided people exchange body temperatures in a convenience store at three in the morning, watch their hands tremble side by side on a plastic chair in the emergency room, and say "the window is open" through a screen on the rooftop late at night. In his pocket was a brass scale passed down from his father. It was so dented and the red string faded that it was no longer accurate. But my father said: Even if it is not allowed, it must be said. This is a novel about the collapse and reconstruction of values. Don't write lyrically, just write about the senses: the touch of the weight from cold to warm, the smell of disinfectant water in the emergency room in the early morning, the scratch marks on the 9 yuan and 9 cups, the sound of soup simmering in the clay pot. Dedicated to everyone who is awake at three in the morning and still struggling to breathe.