It's so Warm to Meet You

Hello, strange friend. Thank you for reading this story. When writing Xiang Nuan, I often think of those young people living alone in the corners of the city. They shuttle between the subway and office buildings every day, eat cheap meals, live in small rooms, and save no more and no less dreams. They don't talk much, and they don't complain much. They just live quietly, like countless lights in the city that are on but not noticed. Xiao Nuan is a fictional person of mine, but her loneliness is real, her stubbornness is real, and the nights she hides in bed and checks her cell phone are also real. She has no earth-shattering story, no spectacular love, she is just an ordinary person who slowly learns to love herself in life - and I think such a person deserves to be written down. This story contains a bowl of vegetarian fried noodles, a boy who doesn't like to talk, a summer in an alley, and a desire to make salted fish. There are no big ups and downs, just a little tenderness, a little regret, and a little indescribable hope. If you occasionally think of yourself or someone you know while reading, then I will be very happy. I hope you can also find that hot bowl of vegetarian fried noodles in your own life, find that person who is willing to walk with you, and find your own little comfort. Let's take our time, don't rush!