Documentary Director × Tea Mountain Guardian
A mutual calibration that begins with the lens and ends with life.
The car got stuck in the tea mountains in the rainy season, and Xiao Kaiyan met Li Jian.
The director stayed behind to film, but he was always watching over the mountain's people. He watched Li Jian fry tea until late at night, take care of his sick mother, and leave quietly in the noisy festival.
As the name suggests, the mountain moon slows down time. It's so slow that it rains for three days, it's so slow that it takes seventy-two hours for a piece of tea to be picked and fried, and it's so slow that it takes two people a whole spring to go from strangers to familiarity.
The change is silent, like morning mist spreading over the tea ridges. By the time you notice it, the corners of your clothes are already wet.
Later, there were always two shadows in the tea house, and there was always an extra cup on the tea table.
Some things cannot be rushed and must wait. It's like waiting for spring tea to sprout, like waiting for someone to slowly walk into your life.
Return to the mountain, when the moon is full, take your time with human affairs.
On the scale called Tea Mountain, they remeasured love and life for each other.
Intention: The mountains are immortal, the moon is always bright, and life that slows down is just right.