Living in the World at the Age of Twenty-Seven

In the old community near Linjiang in Jiangcheng, a two-bedroom apartment on the seventh floor has become a temporary haven for two frustrated adults. Twenty-six-year-old Wen Zhiyu runs a tepid flower shop and bears the mortgage alone. He is accustomed to building walls with politeness and alienation, and does not want anyone to pry into the sealed past in his heart. Forced by financial pressure, she decided to hire a roommate to share a house with, and they made three stipulations, so that they would not disturb each other and live quietly. Twenty-seven-year-old Lu Yu happened to be at the bottom of his life. Industry layoffs, savings were depleted, and a love affair that failed to meet reality came to an end. After wandering around looking at houses in embarrassment, he finally broke into Wen Zhiyu's peaceful and small world with the help of an intermediary. Under the same roof, public balconies, kitchens, and late-night living rooms, countless details of daily life are forced to intertwine. At first, the boundaries were clear, polite and aloof; later on, they met through thick and thin, and they silently supported each other when they were at their lowest point. The heartbeat of adults is never vigorous, only repeated weighing and caution. They were just strangers living in the city for a short period of time. No one expected that a shared house would slowly make two scarred hearts become the only remaining warmth and home in each other's wandering journey.