[Urban fantasy | Old city suspense | City portraits | Warm daily life | Character growth | Single heroine·Slow-burn emotional line]
Qingshi Cross Street has been demolished.
But that rainy evening, just as Cheng Jianchuan repaired the umbrella for the child next door, the child walked into the street.
He chased him to the intersection and heard two sounds of the same rain falling. On one side, the wheels are rolling over the asphalt road, and on the other side, the rain is beating on the eaves of the old roof. Through the rain, the child called him, saying that he could not find his way home.
Cheng Jianchuan took out a black umbrella from the umbrella repair shop left by his father.
Since then, the disappeared streets, the repair marks on the old umbrellas, and the past events that my father could not finish eight years ago were gradually connected. He and Xu Zhaotang, a bridge inspection engineer, searched for a way out along the seams in the rain, but found that opening up an old road might also allow another group of people to take a detour.
But life in Neem Tree Lane has to go on as usual. The mother wants to learn how to swim, a friend who delivers goods wants to pick up her daughter, and the lease on the shop is about to expire.
Some people are looking for a way in the rain, while others are waiting for someone under the lamp.
This time, he wanted to know the way home clearly and also listen to where his fellow travelers wanted to go.
