Lin Xiaoman's grocery store is hidden at the end of the bluestone alley in the old city. The wooden shelves are piled with soy sauce, vinegar and band-aids, and the fruit candies in glass jars are wrapped in sugar paper, filled with the smoke of fireworks that has not changed for thirty years.
Since taking over his grandfather's shop, Xiao Man listens to the ticking of the old clock every day and welcomes the daily life of regular customers: Grandma Chen, a retired teacher, always buys half a tael of loose tea, saying that it goes well with her coarse porcelain cup;
It wasn't until Grandma Chen fell at the door of the store on a rainy night, and Xiao Man ran to the hospital with the old man on his back, that he discovered that every regular customer had a hidden story: Grandma Chen's lesson plan folder contained a photo of her late husband, and Xiao Ma silently supported the students in the mountainous area.
The lights in the grocery store come on and off, containing not only firewood, rice, oil and salt, but also the warmest concerns of the neighbors. There is nothing thrilling here, but it hides the most down-to-earth gentleness in the city.
