Trapped in the rusty gears of Dongfeng Electric Machinery Factory are two rays of light that are about to go out——
Lin Xiaoyu used a spray paint can to paint Xiang Yang's scar on the broken wall. The old wound on his palm was a medal left by a 16-year-old apprentice;
Chen Ming was counting in the shadow of fluoxetine, and his briefcase contained a medicine bottle with "Jiang Yu" written on it and a psychological consultation report.
That night when the welding arc split the rain, and the molten droplets of the welding rod fell into the burn marks on the backs of their hands, they suddenly understood:
The sharpest light is to weld each other's cracks into a light-transmitting window.
Depression is like rust that can't be peeled off. They prefer to teach rust to bloom:
He welded medicine bottles into pen holders and said, "Trash can also hold sunlight";
He used rust powder to draw sunflowers and laughed, "Rusted iron also matches the sun";
The burn scar on his palm is a small sun, and the crescent mark on the back of his neck hides the old moonlight.
The umbrella frame of the Tsing Ma Bridge sank into the river, but the gears of the motor factory sprouted new leaves.
This is the game between rust and light, the chronology of scars and healing,
Two souls weld darkness into glowing bones in the industrial ruins.
Concept: The light in the rust, the chronology of healing scars