Wheat Waves Backlight

The silent baker Chen Bingzhong kneads the dough day after day, his tired but determined profile reflected in the fire. On an ordinary day, Lin Ye, a young painter carrying a drawing board, opened the door of the bakery. He was attracted by the golden and full aroma of wheat in the window and the steady and powerful hands behind the operating table, kneading the tenacity of life. Chen Bingzhong's clumsy but undeniable kindness made Lin Ye's footsteps stay longer and longer at the door of the workshop, and the gears of fate turned quietly in the air of flying wheat flour. In the dust of demolition of his old house, Chen Bingzhong spent all his money to buy a new house. In the three sunny rooms, a brand new signboard of "Bingye Wheat Wave" quietly stood on the workshop - this is the wheat field of bread, a proof of wandering and rootedness, and an oath written by two surnames together. After years of trials and tribulations and affectionate protection, Tian Tian's art exhibition amazed everyone, and the scroll carrying gratitude was titled "To My Mountains and Wilds"; under the quiet night light of her new home, a grain of sugar melted in the palm of her hand; when the blessings of countless readers crossed the mountains and seas and merged into the warm lights of the workshop... This world built by bread and paintbrushes finally became a harbor to resist the cold wave of the world. Here, the love without blood ties is deeper than blood, the silent companionship is worth a thousand words, the fire does not go out, and the fragrance of wheat lasts forever - that is the true appearance of "home", which illuminates the long road ahead for each other in the ordinary world. **——The most tender place in the world of fireworks is kneaded with heart and baked with love. **