Fate abandoned her beside the roaring spinning machine, like a rootless catkins. Codenamed "Yi Yi", her world is woven together by her adoptive father's calloused hands, the smell of oil and metal in the repair shop, and the passers-by who come and go in his life.
The gaze of biological mother Zhou Lihua, as hot and blurry as frosted glass, is the other side that is close at hand but cannot be touched. The intrusion of Aunt Liu from the neighboring village was like a strong wild wind, bringing with it the brute force of the country and the cunning of survival, stirring up the sluggish life of her and her adoptive father.
Under the silent and tenacious protection of her adoptive father, in the silent baptism of separation and intrusion, Yiyi clumsily explores the shape of love, the complexity of human nature and the weight of life. The smell of the disinfectant in Nanyang Health School had not yet dissipated, but a green kiss from afar with the warmth of soy milk had already opened the door to another world for her.
She finally understood that her growth did not lead to a preset perfect answer, but to spin her own unique life in a soil composed of incompleteness and abundance, tolerance and publicity.
