We live in a huge gap: on one side there is engine oil and rust, on the other side there is chalk dust and certificates of honor.
Chen Zhuo's world was black and white, until Xu Zhiyuan appeared, like a complex parallel circuit, making him want to calculate the resistance and repair the fault.
He didn't say "like", but silently gave her a roll of insulating tape, wrapping her leaky world tightly.
This is a story about growth, silence and redemption. On the collapsed ruins of the Luo Copper Factory, in the midsummer when the cicadas chirped deafeningly, two lonely souls tried to keep each other warm, but were forced to be separated by the torrent of the times.
I would like to write this book to commemorate those lost, rough, and rusty youth.
Intention: "We may not be able to repair ourselves throughout our lives, but at least I have used those oily hands to try to fix the shaking world for you."