The old alleys of Shanghai are filled with mist and rain, half of the city is mist and half of the city is in mourning.
The love, hate, obsession, perseverance and compromise of little people in the big era. This misty old alley hides so many joys and sorrows, as well as the deep affection and sadomasochism of the Republic of China. It is also the most touching human warmth and the original intention of family and country in the turbulent years.
