An old lady in an alley and a widow from Jiangxi secretly bonded over the household registration game. When a fake pregnancy coincided with real demolition, the two women used their market wisdom to write the Shanghai version of "Love in a Fallen City". When household registration obsession meets survival instinct, when shrewdness and sophistication meet grassroots wisdom, what grows under the eaves of the alley is an alternative annotation of the market version of "Love in a Fallen City": the real allure is not the stamp on the household registration book, but the beautiful days when two women compromise with each other in the cracks of the times.
