Jincheng Old Alley

Jinjiang turns nine bends, and at the last bend is Jincheng Old Alley. The alley, which is about a hundred steps long, is crowded with dozens of families. There are noodle sellers, souvenir sellers, sugar and oil fruit sellers, and a shop with an old plaque on it. The words "Yiqitang" on the plaque have long been blurred by the smoke. Xiao Nanzhu is nineteen years old and grew up on this street. His mother opened a small noodle shop at the entrance of the alley, with a total of four tables. He squatted at the door every morning peeling garlic, and his days were as dull as noodle soup. Until Grandma Su next door brought an old wooden box. There was a damaged red lacquer box lying in the box, with a section of plum blossom broken off. Xiao Nanzhu's fingers touched the broken pattern - there was a bang in his head, and he saw the life of this lacquer box: a pair of hands embedded with vermilion lacquer carving out plum blossoms with knives, the dowry procession with loud gongs and drums, the man who was running for his life holding it in the gunfire fell, and with a click, the plum blossoms broke. "Trace traces of objects by touch"-when he touches any old object, he can see all its memories. With these hands, he picked up a hairpin for fifty yuan, which was the original match of the lacquer box that had been lost for sixty years. He dismantled fake goods made with chemical paint in public, and recovered one buried treasure after another in the ghost market. But this street is going to be demolished. What the bulldozers are going to crush is not only the old house, but also the signboard of "Yi Lacquer Hall" and the unique lacquer art that the Xiao family has guarded for generations. It is said that the supplementary copy of the "Painting Record" passed down by the ancestors of the Xiao family is hidden in a corner of this old alley.