Tea master Shen Qinghuan opened a small shop without a sign at the entrance of the alley, recording time with Pu'er of different years. There was a man who was always injured among her regular customers. It wasn't until he shook off the blood from his windbreaker on a rainy night that she recognized that he was the bamboo horse that disappeared twenty years ago - and is now an underground antique restorer.
He taught her to identify the cracks of time in the openings of porcelain, and she made him old tea that preserved the past. When the pursuers kicked the tea mat to pieces, Shen Qinghuan lifted up the floor tiles, revealing a cellar full of bronze fragments: "You repair the cultural relics, and I'll repair you."
On the most thrilling night, the two of them watched the kiln fire waiting for the azure glaze to come out. He used a magnifying glass to show her the rainbow hidden in the glaze, and she used a tea stem as a pen to write on rice paper: "The most interesting thing in life is porridge on the fire, and kisses for the rest of the life."
In the morning light, the tea soup reflected each other's white hair. It turns out that the most precious cultural relics are the "unrepaired" mottled pieces that we walked hand in hand through the fireworks world.
