Xu Lihua seems to have never lived for herself in her life.
In order to treat her son's illness, she begged all the way from Henan to Beijing on a tricycle; in order to rent a shabby house in her father-in-law's village, she held on to her crumpled money and said good things to the landlord; in order to survive, she picked up rotten vegetable leaves in the vegetable market and set up a stall in the cold wind. She was scolded and kicked out, but she never shed a single tear.
Until in this crowded urban village, she met Fang Xingguo and his wife, who were also poor people, and saw people struggling in the mud like herself.
It turns out that she is not carrying it alone.
On the coldest winter night in Beijing, these strangers understood and helped each other.
