Jiang Wang I Lin Yan
The gray small northern county, the old alleys with peeling walls, the potholed and muddy dirt roads, and the biting cold wind that never stops blowing. Jiang Wan's parents died young, and he was alone in the auto repair shop and on the construction site trying to make ends meet. He had to scrape together the rent and the wound on his arm was still bleeding, but he couldn't even afford to spend the money to buy medicine. Lin Yan's family was in decline, his mother was seriously ill, and his younger brother was fostered. He fled to this strange county. He was so hungry that he huddled in a corner, his lips turned purple from the cold, and he couldn't even take a sip of hot water.
There was no vigorous encounter, just an accidental stop in the cold wind. Jiang Wan took off his only windproof jacket, brought out half a tank of hot water, and gave the only hard steamed buns to Lin Yan. A dilapidated ten-square-meter rental house, a squeaky wooden bed, and two worn-out old quilts became all they had to rely on each other.
Concept: In the old alley, two people walked through an ordinary life together.