A Drop of a Millimeter in Billions of Stars

Thirty-two-year-old Lin Che is trapped in the cage of urban life - endless plans, endless overtime work, increasingly estranged lovers, and calls from her mother urging her to get married. Day after day, he is anxious about success or failure, sad about gatherings and separations, internally consumed by regrets, and regards worldly winning and losing as the whole meaning of life. A breakup was the last straw for him. He quit his job and embarked on a journey alone: ​​stepping into icy water with bare feet by the Qinghai Lake, tears streaming down his face in front of the thousand-year-old Buddha's hands in the Mogao Grottoes, watching a sunset alone on the top of Mingsha Mountain, and listening to an old bridge builder telling stories about "bridges" and "passings" in a Lijiang inn. From the Gobi to the snow-capped mountains, from the stars to the dust, he peeled off the cognitive cage that trapped him layer by layer. After returning, he set up a small vegetable stall in the vegetable market, setting up a "crooked melon and cracked jujube section" specifically for the crooked cucumbers that didn't sell well. He wrote "Everyone is fine" with chalk in the stagnant water after the typhoon. Here, he met the old lady who gave him pickled cucumbers, Old Liu who handed him dry rubber gloves, and the silent old man who caught a fish by the river and put it back again - a group of people who couldn't say nice words, but taught him what it means to live seriously with the simplest kindness. When a person learns to embrace the ordinary with a small heart, life as small as dust can also shine with its own bright light.