The Fireworks at the Alley

In the old alleys in late autumn, the morning mist always carries the scent of pancakes and spreads over the bluestone slabs. Lin Mo, a carpentry apprentice, was adopted by his master Zhang Jianguo when he was young. The master and apprentice lived in half a wooden workshop and a yard of tenon and tenon wood. The hot pancakes served by the old man at the entrance of the alley were their constant breakfast for more than ten years. Until a distant relative, Liu Mei, came to the house with her luggage and took care of Master's daily life one by one. The undercurrents of the peaceful days slowly emerged - she coaxed Master to transfer the ownership of the old home, secretly used her salary card to buy luxury goods, and even worked with outsiders to develop an ancestral huanghuali pen holder. Lin Mo calmed down in the smoke, stopped hasting and used patience, and worked with the neighbors on the street to expose the hypocritical plot, and protected his master and home. After the storm, the two men reopened their wooden workshop, making miniature mortise and tenon furniture and passing on the craftsmanship of old carpenters. The smell of pancakes in the morning mist remained the same, the sound of shavings in the wooden workshop continued, and the fireworks in the old alley floated year after year, but the heat never dissipated. This is a story about ordinary people: there are no earth-shattering events, only hot meals in the alley, help from neighbors, the mutual support of masters and apprentices, and a conscience that is honed one by one - the most touching thing in the human heart has always been this touch of human fireworks.