In 2006, heavy snow closed roads in Shuanghe City.
24-Year-old Lu Chuan is guarding the Luji Road Aid Shop left behind by his father, an old flatbed truck, a dispatch book, and an old debt that cannot be paid off. On the night when winter mutual assistance qualifications were about to be reviewed, an empty truck crashed into the guardrail of the North Ring Road, but his name was printed in advance on the accident tow bill.
Within seventy-two hours, he had to prove that he had not shipped the train on the fake bill, and he also had to figure out why there was a manifest pointing to the No. 3 Old warehouse on the north side of the East Station freight yard on the day his father died.
From the East Station freight yard to the Beihuan Auto Parts City, from the old factory transportation line to the Xingang Logistics Park, Lu Chuan slowly discovered: on the night road of Shuanghe River, the most difficult thing to tow away was never a broken car, but accounts covered by favors, records buried by wind and snow, and responsibilities that no one wanted to admit.
Originally, what he wanted to keep was just a shop. Later I learned that the people who really need to be guarded are those who should not be given up by default no matter how cold the night is.
