Thirty Years of Countercurrent

In 1997, his father died suddenly, and Zhonglu walked into the quarry from the third-year high school classroom. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life. But a green leather train heading south, a girl sleeping on his shoulder in the carriage, and a soft-covered copy full of purchase prices and customer names - turned him from a porter into a stall owner in Thirteenth Line, and he built his own garment factory with five second-hand sewing machines. The factory grew bigger, the brand was registered, and the goods were packed into containers and sent to the UK. On the night of the Millennium, he told Shi Hui: When Siyuan becomes big, you will be the boss's wife. But he forgot this sentence himself. A misunderstood hug, a fatal betrayal, a woman who carried everything for him, a silver earring passed down from his grandma - some accounts cannot be settled with money. From quarries to shipping containers, from prisons to bell towers. Thirty years, two generations, a mountain that cannot be moved but must be moved. This is a story of mud-legged people swimming upstream, and a story of two people trying to cover each other with a piece of clothing when they are in the most miserable, dirty and unbearable times.