"Wen Nanqiao, I can't even have a hot meal without you." When Fu Shiyan slapped his bank card on the table, Wen Nanqiao was holding the last box of wood carving tools.
On the day he moved into the old alley in the French Concession, it was raining lightly in Shanghai.
Three months later, "Nan Qiao's Handmade" appeared in the International Design Week, and the "Free Growth" series in the showcase was snapped up - mechanical wings made of intangible cultural heritage mortise and tenon structures, engraved with the camellias I saw when I rescued Fu Shiyan in my childhood.
The president of Yanchuan Holdings was standing in front of the showcase, wearing a suit and holding a crumpled letter of apology: "I removed all the surveillance cameras and learned wood carving for three months..." He took out a crooked small wood carving, which was the outline of Wen Nanqiao, "This is the first work I carved."
The golden cage that once trapped him has now become the hand holding him.
This time, Wen Nanqiao's tenderness was given to the world first, and then to him.
