The 40-square-meter old house is about to be demolished, and the compensation of 1.47 Million is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, disrupting the life of Wang Guilan's family. Her husband Zhang Jianguo's selfishness, his son Zhang Lei's online loan crisis, his daughter-in-law Lin Wei's calculations, his daughter Xiaowen's grievances, and even the sudden appearance of an "illegitimate child" whom he had not seen for many years... This huge sum of money, smelling of rust, tore open the rifts that had been hidden in the family for many years.
From quarrels to reconciliation, from suspicion to understanding, Wang Guilan clutched the tin box containing money. In the trivial matter of daily necessities, in the hustle and bustle of three generations living under the same roof, she gradually understood: Home is never a house made of reinforced concrete, nor is it a number piled up with red bills. It is a bowl of hot soup on a winter night, a cattail fan swaying gently on a summer night, the smoke rising again from the demolition ruins, and the light that you can always see when you turn around no matter how noisy it is.
When the turmoil over the demolition money subsided and the door of the new home opened, Wang Guilan looked at the laughter and laughter in the house and finally understood that it was never money that could support a home, but the care hidden in the smoke and the quarrelsome hearts.
