There is a repair shop in Xingfu Lane. The owner, Zhou Ye, is thirty-one years old and has a five-year-old daughter.
This guy is talkative and laughs a lot, and he can make you chat happily while repairing electrical appliances. Grandma Qin next door scolds him for being noisy every day, but she always grinds an extra bowl of soy milk. Programmer Xiao Li stayed at home for three months, but he forced him out to bask in the sun. The reason was that "parts will rust if they are not used, and so will people."
The whole street knows that he has a special skill: no matter how bad things are, if he spins them around, they will become jokes.
No one saw him cry.
In fact, he always carried a crumpled photo in his pocket. The woman in the photo smiled brightly. She was his wife, who passed away three years ago.
She said children have to grow up where there are fireworks.
So he took root here, repairing electrical appliances and also repairing people's hearts. As we continue to cultivate, we cultivate a group of people who each have their own difficulties into a family.
A bit noisy but nice.
After all, it's not right that this Fireworks Alley is quiet.
