On the afternoon of the spring equinox, Lin Wan returned to the old alley where she had been away for many years. The bluestone road winds forward, between the blue bricks and gray tiles, a familiar wisp of cooking smoke carries the aroma of the food to her face, instantly reminding her of the warm memories of her childhood with her mother.
Deep in the alley, Grandma Wang's locust flower cake is still sweet, the nagging of the extravagant car repair man is still full of familiar concern, and the trivial daily routine of borrowing salt and delivering vegetables among neighbors allows Lin Wan, who has lived in the city for a long time, to reconnect with the long-lost warmth of fireworks. However, the news of micro-renovation of hutongs broke this tranquility. Some people are looking forward to improvements in their new homes, while others are worried about the dissipation of smoke and smoke.
In order to protect the "soul of home" in her heart, Lin Wan worked with her neighbors to find a balance between modernization and the characteristics of the old hutongs. When the setting sun once again filled the renovated alley, and the smoke from the kitchen rose as expected, she finally understood: the real sense of belonging is never in the reinforced concrete buildings, but in the human concern and the warmth of the years behind the smoke - this is the eternal taste of home deep in the hutong.
Concept: The sense of belonging comes from the warmth of human beings rather than physical space. Neighborhood and family affection in the fireworks of the city are the soul of home that transcends changes and remains unchanged.
