In the Jiangnan water town of the last century, the wind swept away dust and the flames of foreign women. She carries the scars of being abandoned, like a stubborn mulberry tree, trying to take root in a strange village. Ah Shui in the village was as thin as a wheat stalk and spoke as little as the undercurrent of a mountain stream. But when the flames were threatened by rumors and struggled with livelihood, he handed her warm coarse tea and dry firewood, and shielded her from the wind and rain with his silent shoulders.
One is a foreigner with lonely courage, and the other is a local man with hidden tenacity. The river is the matchmaker and the years are the witness. There are no sweet words in their love, only side-by-side plowing during spring plowing and mutual warmth on winter nights. In the barren days, the two lonely hearts became the hottest light in each other's lives.
Intention: Meet, get to know, and love each other, the flower of love blooming in the barren land