When Shen Yang discovers bronze liquid oozing out of concrete cracks in an office building, she finally understands the cursed survival rules of this family - the copper coins lost by her father Shen Mo are turning into gears that devour her at work, and the car lights that her mother Xiaoxiao smashed are turning into the neon abyss of KTV twenty years later. The fate of three generations is like the ancestral copper coin engraved with the word "Cheng" in oracle bones, reincarnating forever among gambling tables, demolition ruins and concrete jungles.
From the dyed hair tips of non-mainstream girls, to the scabbed patina scars under workplace suits; from the blood-stained copper coins that my father was scratched by tiles, to the gambling password on the inside of the leader's wedding ring. When the stray cat Niuniu picks up the fragmentary pages of her mother's dying diary, Shen Yang glimpses the survival paradox of the entire family in the bloody bids spit out by the copy machine: Are we prisoners of ancient bronzes, or sacrifices in the concrete age?
In this reckoning of cause and effect that spans thirty years, the cursed bloodline will finally be nirvana in the roar of the concrete mixer - copper coins melt into bronze rain, gambling debt account books are burned into gray phoenixes, and above the ruins, a cat's pupils are reflecting the trajectory of the galaxy's rebirth.
Purpose: self-growth