Yi Ci is back, returning to this old street that he spent ten years of youth escaping from but can't avoid for the rest of his life.
She is now a texture designer for green brick joints and grass and wood caulking in ancient streets and lanes, a niche craft between the restoration of ancient buildings and natural aesthetics. The old street was about to be renovated, and she came back with a plan, only to find that every crack in the bricks was speaking - the vegetation was growing wildly and cracking the wall, the caulking was insufficient, causing the hollow drum to loosen, and the boy Shen Yan who had spent her whole boyhood sitting with her on the stone steps at the entrance of the alley was still waiting for her.
But what she owed these ten years was more than just an apology.
To repair the old street is to repair itself. Every gap must be balanced between safety and beauty, and every wall plant must be judged whether it is disease or God's will. Shen Yan said that grass and trees have their own reasons, but she knew that some wounds could not be filled up, just like some loves that missed the best season and left traces even if they were mended.
This is not a story of reconciliation. This is an old wall that has stood in the wind and rain for a hundred years, and finally waited for someone who was willing to understand it.
