Moonlight on the Fifth Floor

Baishizhou is going to be demolished. But he decided not to leave. Chen Mo is twenty-eight years old and a member of the "optimization" list of major Internet companies. When he dragged his suitcase back to the five-story old building in Baishizhou, Shenzhen, he just wanted to sell it as soon as possible to get capital for starting a business. But Sister Zhao in the barber shop downstairs has been cutting with a pair of scissors for fifteen years and cut out the entire street's favor; Aqiang and his wife who deliver food on the second floor carry their children's tuition fees and family expenses in the back seat of their electric car; Su Xiao writes a novel on the third floor , dreams about this city are hammering away every late night; Lao Wu, who is watching the door on the fourth floor, has hidden skills that he has never said for half his life in his toolbox; the silent musician on the fifth floor is playing with the dying ideal on the strings. They are tenants, but they are more familiar with every crack in this building than Chen Mo. The day the old change notice was posted, everyone was asking: Where will we go if it is demolished? Chen Mo opened the notebook left by his father, and there was a sentence written on it: "Mo Mo, the most valuable thing about this building is not the bricks and tiles, but the people who live in it." So, the programmer who once only knew how to write code made a decision that surprised everyone - to give up selling his house and take five strangers with him to keep a place called "home" in the irreversible wave of urbanization. This is a story about an urban village, about deep drifting, and about a group of ordinary people keeping each other warm in reinforced concrete. The moonlight shines through the rooftop of the old building and will also shine into the windowsill of the new building. Home is not a building, it is the people in a building.