On the day she was diagnosed with late-stage gastric cancer, Chen Chuxia resigned from her job and returned to the old street to open a humble shop.
There are eight words written on the wooden sign: I will handle everything on my behalf at the end of my life. Only one dollar per order.
No one believed that this pale young man could really do things, until desperate people in the hospital came looking for him.
For the terminally ill mother, she sent eighteen birthday gifts that spanned the ages, for the girl who died of domestic violence, she handed over the evidence hidden in the cabinet, for the old man who had been stubborn all his life, he found his thirty-year-lost son, and for countless people who have reached the end of their lives, they fulfilled their last unfinished wish.
He has seen the cold humanity in front of the hospital bed, has seen the reconciliation that has been delayed for a lifetime, and has seen the tenderness and secrets hidden in old things.
Everyone said that he was the ferryman, who comforted the dead and gave explanations to the living.
But no one knew that this young man, who was always calm and restrained, only had less than a year left to live.
He made up for the regrets of thousands of people, but there were two unsolvable knots in his heart: his grandma whom he could not see for the last time when he was studying again, and his parents who had been out of touch for 20 years and whose life and death were uncertain.
At the end of other people's lives, he is walking his own return step by step.
The fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots, but before the curtain falls, he must settle all the unfinished words and unfinished things one by one.
Live toward death, one step at a time.
Purpose: Listen to the true heart