Foreword: Shanghai in the old days had a dark golden tone that overflowed with light.
The alleys in Shanghai are very rich. In the blue brick walls with changing light and shadow, and in the closed doors, there are many stories about old Shanghai. Those stories that make people cry and sigh are submerged in every room in the alleys over time, under the thresholds and in the window lattice.
In that quiet and long alley, legends from half a century ago are always flowing.
In that war-torn era, he, Jiang Tianyang, a wanderer from a small mountain village in the north, relied on his courage and skill, and under the competition from all forces, he followed the trend and became the number one figure in the gang. But his ambition doesn't stop there...
In an era when human life was at stake, he took the wind and cloud by storm and wrote his own glorious legend.
But step by step, his desire for power plunged him deeply into the whirlpool between love and conspiracy, brothers and betrayal, interests and national hatred.
Suddenly he wakes up and looks back, how should he choose his own destiny again?
In 2016, on Nanjing Road in Shanghai, a friend whispered to me, "Listen, Wuniang, from which store came the faint song "Tuberose" again. I listened blankly to the long and affectionate old Shanghai dance music, mixed with the faint fragrance of roses in the summer evening, and my thoughts drifted back to that morning so many years ago.
It was the first time I met Jiang Tianyang, an energetic and elegant old man.
A drop of invisible tear quickly slipped from the cheek