Xu Kezhou owns a jewelry shop in the old part of town. It's closed during the day and open after midnight. From yellow talismans, silver locks, and luminous pearls to crystal, agate, and Yuhua stones, all sales are final.
He originally just wanted to quietly run a little shop. Then, at twenty-eight, he went ahead and booked a coffin, an urn, and a team of professional funeral criers, ready to follow the fortune-teller's prediction that he would die young.
Wang Jian woke up covered in injuries, collapsed outside a jewelry shop, and had lost most, though not all, of his memories.
He only remembered that he had a cheap, short-lived "son" surnamed Xu, and that his mission was to help this person live to a ripe old age.
Xu Kezhou: What do you do when you find an angel? Throw him in the river or the dumpster?
Wang Jian, cigarette dangling from his mouth: Bullshit. I'm fucking God.
1. Wang Jian is the bottom, so don't get it wrong.
2. Four-year age gap, with the younger one as the top.
A bottom who's polished on the outside but rough around the edges inside × a top who goes with the flow and doesn't care what happens
Theme: Saving each other
