The ceiling fan in the Sham Shui Po ice room stirs the summer heat of 1997, and the red string on the left wrist of the second chef Guan Zhensheng is always tied with the copper key of Po Leung Kuk. The young master of the Cheng family, who wears a gray shirt and comes to drink frozen lemon tea every Wednesday, always drinks half a mouthful of sugar from his milk tea - very much like the mysterious man who stuffed tangerine peel sugar into his mouth that night when he was seven years old.
When Cheng Nuo's crocodile leather shoes ran over the blood on the Yau Ma Tei fruit bar, Guan Zhensheng found the faded ferry ticket at the bottom of the ice room's cash register. In the sinking of Cheng's cruise ship on June 30, 1997, the only name on the survivor list exactly matched the number on the bronze medal on the red string on his wrist.
The old school emblem of Po Leung Kuk flashed on the cufflinks of his suit, and the embryo number under the tattoo burned in the heavy rain. The genealogy of the Cheng family ancestral hall was devoured by tongues of fire, and the life-exchange contract of two boys was hidden in the attic of the ice room - Cheng Nuo spent twenty years living as the shadow of Guan Zhensheng, and Guan Zhensheng's asthma pump hid the dirty secret of an entire shipping empire.
The rice roll steam at the Temple Street Night Market is wrapped in Morse code, the star fruit in the fruit bar is carved with bloody confessions, and the leaky ceiling of the tenement building is dripping with lust. When Cheng Nuo cut off the red life-changing rope at the head of the banyan tree, Guan Zhensheng finally saw clearly: behind the rusty iron door of Po Leung Bureau, locked were two broken bodies that had exchanged their lives for twenty-five years.
At the newly opened "Cheng Guan Ji" ice room on Lamma Island, the cracks in the pocket watch are inlaid with gold paint. Cheng Nuo mixes candied kumquats into barbecued pork, and Guan Zhensheng's frozen lemon tea always has three more cubes of ice. The unfinished sentence on the menu board was swept towards the lighthouse by the sea breeze - "The most shocking theft is to make the son of an enemy willing to devote the rest of his life."
Some mistakes do not need to be corrected, because true salvation is to dare to plant a new dawn in the ruins of lies.
Intention: I want him to be his own dock
