No. 7, Linshui Lane

Twenty-eight-year-old Zhou Yu is unemployed, in debt, and has no fixed place of residence, barely surviving in the cracks of the city. The old house in Linshui Old Lane that he had rented for five years was suddenly sold. He thought he had nowhere to go, but he met the 26-year-old landlady Shen Zhixia who bought the entire old building. She is calm, distant, and has her own secrets. She can clear out the house, but she only allows him to stay temporarily with low rent and weird conditions - taking care of the flowers and plants on the rooftop and raising an orange cat named Ahua. Old traces are hidden everywhere in the old house. The wind on the rooftop, the rusty mailbox, and the yellowed handwriting all point to Zhou Yu's ex-girlfriend Jiang Cheng who left without saying goodbye. He gradually discovered that the cold and mysterious new landlord had long been living in his past. An old house, two dusty past events, the regrets and struggles of three adults. There is no sudden preference, no salvation from heaven. Just two tired people, in the damp and gentle Linshui Lane, relying on the company of little things, slowly healing the past and living again.