Snow That No One Cares About

In an old alley covered by wind and snow, Lao Chen, who lives alone in the silence, has gradually become less and less connected with the outside world, until a little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket knocks on his door with half a frozen steamed bun. A piece of fruit candy became a witness to the brief meeting of two lonely souls, and also buried a memory that spans time. As the years went by, the alley changed, and Lao Chen passed away quietly, but the crumpled candy wrapper and the cracked enamel jar became lingering marks in the little girl's heart. From childhood to adulthood, from alleys to high-rise buildings, she carried this memory with her through the long years, witnessing the circulation of old objects, the departure and rebirth of old friends, and gradually understood that what was hidden in that candy was the old man's last tenderness for the world. This is a story about loneliness and warmth, forgetting and remembering, like the slowly melting snow in winter, in the river of time, a goodwill and concern flow quietly, endlessly.