The Lights in Wutong Lane

The old locust tree at the entrance of Wutong Lane has been guarding the past three hundred years, and has also guarded the daily life of several generations of the Lin family. Lin Zhengguo, who is in his seventies, guards the old house with a patio, looking forward to the return of his children who are far away from home. The eldest brother, Lin Jianjun, worked in a machinery factory and experienced ups and downs; the second child, Lin Jianmei, guarded the supermarket in the alley and lived a bustling life; the third child, Lin Jianwei, went south to do business and made a name for himself. An invitation to celebrate his seventieth birthday reunites a family scattered across the country in an old house with green tiles and white walls. The children who returned brought their own fatigue and glory, and the grandchildren, with their curiosity about their hometown, chatted about their parents' shortcomings and the vicissitudes of time in the salty aroma of pickled vegetables and the warmth of braised pork ribs. From bickering and joking to joining hands to help each other, from estrangement to opening up the heart, under the lights of Wutong Lane, there is hidden the support between brothers and sisters, the understanding between husband and wife, and the intimacy between grandparents and grandchildren. This is a book full of homely warmth. There is no ups and downs of the bloody plot, only the tranquil beauty of the setting sun under the old locust tree, and only the laughter of the family sitting around the table. It tells the story of every ordinary family, the roots that can never be forgotten no matter how far you go, and the home that always has a warm light on no matter when you look back.