Ji Sang was abandoned by the city.
Unemployment, rent arrears, and eating the last bucket of instant noodles.
Running as hard as you can, unable to keep up with the social clock.
One step wrong, every step wrong. She thought life was like this.
Until my grandmother wrote.
A key, a note.
She bought a boat ticket and returned to Qizhou.
The old house is deserted and the vegetable patch is cracked.
She planted the seeds.
She put her hands on the dirt.
The temperature of the soil changed, the leaves moved, and someone squatted at the end of the river embankment, waving a hoe.
Intention: If life abandons you, don't be sad or impatient. This land is embracing you and reshaping you in its own way.