He Mo, a takeaway boy, shuttles through the city's fireworks with a takeout box on his back, rushing to make a living to pay for his mother's medical expenses.
No one knew that he was in the rental house late at night, holding the carving knife passed down from his grandfather, carving on the wood with the craftsmanship inherited from five generations.
The pressure of life and the cold eyes of others could not make him put down the knife in his hand. Wood has a soul, craftsmanship is immortal, and ordinary people can carve their own world in desperate situations.
