There Are Hibiscus Trees at the Bottom of the Abyss

One is a decision-maker who hides his edge in a sheath, and the other is a young man with fire in his eyes. Their story began with intangible cultural heritage, fermented while waiting at the door of the operating room, and turned quietly under the lights of the porridge shop in the early morning. This is a love story that began with a late-night phone call from Beichuan, and it is also the story of two generations of intangible cultural heritage people guarding the same thing in their own ways.