Ahua only believes in one thing in her life - to live.
On a winter night when the temple was in ruins, she picked up a girl who was about to freeze to death from the snow, gave her her only tattered quilt, and invited the doctor with the copper coins she saved in the cracks of the rocks.
Later, the girl woke up, blushing, and handed over a neatly mended old dress.
They have a home, with a few shared pennies hidden in the wall hole, hot buns in the pot that one of them can't bear to eat, and nails dyed red by impatiens on a summer night.
Later, a salesman came to town and always talked to Ahua.
That night, Alian silently threw the mugwort she had saved up for three months into the stove.
Ahua looked at her red eyes and suddenly understood everything.
From the ruined temple to the small courtyard, from living to living, from you and me to us——
This journey took five years.
In five years, Alian only wanted to understand one thing:
Ahua can only be hers.
No one is allowed to rob.
Concept: Life also has distant scenery