Su Nian'an, who worked hard in the advertising industry and was almost bald due to the torture of work, was struck by a strange thunderstorm and fell into a deserted mountain without any explanation.
At first, she relied on herself in the mountains and forests, and her life was pleasant. I picked wild onions to make mushroom soup, toasted pine nut cakes and wrapped them in honey; I was lucky enough to catch a wild pheasant that fell off a cliff in the morning, and in the evening I sifted out plump wild chestnuts and prepared pickled bracken. She thought she would spend the rest of her life peacefully.
One time when she went out, she discovered a small village. In the center of the village, villagers gathered around a man with shabby clothes, frightened eyes, and wounds all over his body. It turns out that the man has lost his memory and has the mind of a young child. Su Nian'an couldn't bear it and took him away despite the villagers' obstruction.
During the relationship, the man regained his memory and turned out to be a once-frightening killer. I thought he would return to his career as a killer, but he stayed because of Su Nian'an's kindness and the tranquility of the mountains.
After that, the two supported each other for twenty years. There is a wooden house next to the former cave, with children around the knees. While his grandson was lying on his knees listening to stories, Su Nian'an was shaking the cattail leaf fan and watching his wife sharpen the sickle. The mountain breeze brought the fragrance of rice, and she recalled herself in the heavy rain that year.
Under the eaves, wild chrysanthemum tea and white mist curl up, turning the past into warm memories of the years in the mountains.
