Old Street Memory Restoration Center

On the day when demolition announcements were plastered all over the alley, Chen Fengying stood guard at the door of the grocery store holding a shoe repair hammer. What she wants to protect is not the three-foot facade, but the "Old Street Neighborhood Notebook" left by her husband - which records the tuition paid with eggs in 1998, the life-saving money quietly donated in 2003, and the warmth of the neighbors supporting each other in the past thirty years.​ My daughter Zhang Li was going crazy. My mother's social security was still short of 70,000 yuan, and the demolition money was her only hope. But the old lady would rather cut off the water and electricity than confront the bulldozers with the broken book. It wasn't until the yellowed receipt fell out of the secret compartment of the container that Zhang Li learned that her father had given the work-related injury money to those who needed it more before his death. What her mother kept was never memories, but the thought of "helping people" that continued.​ When archivist Wu Zhou uses technology to awaken sleeping memories, and when demolition manager Wang Zhiqiang digs out his father's shoe repair account book, this battle over "demolition and retention" gradually turns into a gentle agreement among a group of people. Finally, under the sign of "Old Street Memory Repair Center" that was lit up in the new community, Chen Fengying wrote in the new notebook: "Memory does not need to be repaired. Remember it and you will live forever."​