On a snowy night on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, 19-year-old Lin Shengnan broke the barrier between the two worlds. The electric car lights illuminated not only the drunk factory master Wang Zheng who fell to the ground, but also the mechanical heart beating under the cracks in his watch. The cold-glow metal door of the emergency room, the broken snow leaking through the gaps in the hotel curtains, and the sudden midnight alarm on the assembly line, weave a spider web of fate, trapping the bus driver's daughter and the heir to the mechanical empire in the same cocoon.
When Katsuo bumped into Wang Zhendong, who was leaning on a rosewood crutch, in the courtyard of the royal family, the "Development Zone Plan" falling at the feet of the old entrepreneur was in subtle contrast with the sketch paper of the workers' children in her bag. The leakage accident of the pickling tank in the machinery factory was like a scalpel, cutting open the educational fault under the galvanized steel plate - she lit up the starlight in the classroom converted from a container, and he clutched the safety rules she wrote amidst the roar of the machine tools.
When the county magistrate's daughter Zhang Yawen arrived with the museum's approval, Katsuo was holding a gear sunflower drawn by a worker's child. Wang Zheng smashed the Rolex Submariner given by his father, and the dial fragments were embedded in the intelligent transformation plan of the production line, but the second hand pointed at the milkvetch flower field outside the cram school window. From the factory area eroded by acid rain to the Winter Solstice banquet with the sound of piano, the bronze roses milled out by two young people with a lathe finally moved the century-old banyan tree between the mechanical gears and normal textbooks.
This accident started with the collision of steel and flesh, and finally blossomed at the intersection of starlight and welding flowers. When Wang Zhendong laughed while touching the top made by his grandson using waste bearings, Sheng Nan understood the interlaced shadows on the CT film - it turned out that fate had already forged their bones and blood into the most precise coupling gears.
Intention: love