The film begins in the middle of July, a hot, sweaty july.
The daytime moxibustion has passed, but the night has not brought the expected coolness.
Making a living is not easy, especially in July, when the fire is flowing.
In a corner of the city, a group of people are struggling for their lives.
Hundreds of industries, hustle and bustle on the dust.
night market.
Night markets tend to be an earthly ukiyo-e club.
There are hundreds of human beings, three, six, nine, etc., sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, and everyone knows themselves.
Du Hongjun (Fan Wei) is a car watcher in an entertainment city.
A middle-aged divorced car watcher.
At this time, he was sitting with his son Xiaoyu at a supper stall in the night market.
It was still half an hour before he went to work.
Xiao Yu also had to study late.
The two of them basically dealt with it like this for dinner.
Xiao Yu was growing his body, and Du Hongjun asked him for a few skewers of kebabs, and then burned a bowl of fire for each person.
Xiao Yu purred and ate happily, and Du Hongjun's eyes were relieved and distressed, but more than that, he felt guilty.
It's pathetic for a motherless child.
He was reluctant to touch those skewers of meat.
The children with long bodies have a large amount of food, which is obviously not enough to eat, and Xiao Yu will soon eat almost the same.
Du Hongjun actually didn't have much money on his body, but he didn't want people to see it and embarrass himself, and the most important thing was that he didn't want his son to be embarrassed.
He arrogantly asked for another burnt cake, a few strings of meat skewers, and the look in his spleen looked so funny, so ridiculous, and the self-righteous superiority in front of these small vendors looked a little pitiful.
The baked cake was cut and the meat skewers were baked, he snorted and instructed the vendor to pour the burnt cake pieces into Xiaoyu's soup bowl, and seeing that his son was eating happily as usual, he poured all the baked cakes he was reluctant to eat from his bowl into his son's bowl and added a few spoonfuls of spices for him.
Maybe he didn't have enough to eat at all.
His eyes never left his son for a moment, flashing the light of fatherly love.
My son is almost finished eating and is going to study late. He himself was going to take over.
He took out the few cash he had on his body to pay the bill, and gave his son pocket money.
The son is older, and the pocket money is more and more.
He did not have a little bit of shabbiness and stalking when he gave the flowers, he transcended the humble reality in a trance, felt that he had a father's strength and greatness, he enjoyed this feeling, and only then did he realize the value and meaning of being a father.
Although every penny is condensed with his humiliation and sweat....
He couldn't say anything profound and moving, but repeatedly told his son to study well.
As a father at such a level, he can do everything he can do, and he can only do so much.
Arrange to give good to his son, he wiped his head full of oil and sweat and disappeared in a field of red wine and green, and began a night of struggle and struggle, but this piece of red wine and green does not belong to him...