After their father passed away, Xiaoman and Xiaoyang kept watch over the old truck and the research notes he left behind.
They said emotions could be turned into energy, and longing could light a bulb.
Some called them crazy, others called them frauds.
But they knew the light hidden in the chips on an enamel mug, the bite marks on a toolbox, and the white hairs on a military coat had always been there.
This was a road paved with memories. At its end, someone was waiting.
