> Triangle Alley in Shanghai is humid, cramped, and filled with the weird smell of engine oil and old books.
> Li Chuang, the violent active volcano in the car repair shop, has a hard fist and a loud voice, and his life is like a screw that cannot be tightened. The first thing I say to the person I will spend my life with in the future is "I have a question for you, are you deaf?"
> Chen Mo, the silent iceberg of the old bookstall, is taciturn and thin, and lives like a punctuation mark in a corner while guarding a small space. The first time I had close contact with my future boyfriend was when I beat him with a street fighter until the corner of his mouth bleeds.
>A fight breaks out over noise, splashing mud, water and sparks.
>In the muddy water pouring in on a rainy night, there is an attic lamp;
> Those unspeakable feelings of love will eventually burn into a prairie fire at some point in the future.
> From run-down alleys to bright and clean windows, from fists and feet to interlocking fingers. This is the story of how two men, wallowing in the mud of life, used the clumsiest and hottest way to fall in love in a humble place and keep their days warm.
> What burns is the fire in the heart, what warms the world.
(Short batting practice)
Intention: In the humblest mud of life, love is the spark that starts a prairie fire, lighting up the road ahead.