When the sweet aroma wafts from the old alley icing shop, takeout deliveryman Lin Xiaoman is squatting in front of the shoe repair stall mending cotton shoes. On the medical record of his mother's sudden anaphylactic shock, the words "Kangtai Huoxue Injection" were written, tearing apart his meek daily life.
The mysterious old lady Chen Granny gave him half a dragon-patterned jade pendant before she died; nurse Su Wanqing cried until she was shaking in the hospital corridor, hiding the "accidental" truth about her father's car accident; Kangtai's gold medal sales manager Wang Hao "encountered" him by chance, and the gold chain dangled under the streetlight making people dizzy...
Only then did Lin Xiaoman realize that every shoe print on the bluestone, every medicinal ingredient in the medicine jar, and every shout in the old alley hid a network of blood—expired medicines were repackaged and flowed into black clinics, the old shopkeeper was silenced and buried in the warehouse, and even his mother's medicines were packaged as "experimental waste." The jade pendant in his hand actually matched the dragon pattern on Grandma Chen's medicine jar. When the hole was opened, he could see the blood and fire in the drug store twenty years ago, the video of his father being framed for "bribery", and the "hush money" check under Chairman Kangtai's desk.
But the cruelest knife is never a conspiracy in the dark. It was Aunt Zhang who stuffed the hot steamed buns, it was Alin who held up the sugar paintings and shouted "Come on", it was Su Wanqing who copied the wooden sign that said "The prescription is life", it was the old man in the alley who chipped in to repair the window...
When Lin Xiaoman rushed into the warehouse holding the broken pages of the reverse scale, when Su Wanqing pointed the camera at the expired medicine box, when the lanterns buzzed in the night wind - they were just ordinary people guarding the icing shop and shoe repair stall. But it is these "ordinary" things that make the conspiracy crumble to pieces, make the injustice clear, and make the dark fire of twenty years finally become the light in the fireworks.
Finally, the frosting shop was hung with red silk again, Lin Xiaoman and Su Wanqing
