On the day he was laid off, Lin Jia walked into Qingye. Five years later, she had matured the land and became one of the people in the town who nodded. She thought that her life would be wheat cakes, well water and endless sunshine. Until a letter from the previous resident was found in the secret compartment of the cabin: "If you see this letter, it means I haven't come back." There was something under the ridges of the fields, old rope marks were worn on the well walls, and the old stoner looked at her with hidden words - this land was seriously ill. She wasn't the first to pick up a hoe, but she wanted to figure out where everyone before her had gone.
