When she was thirty years old, Su Qingao did something that no one who knew her thought she would do—resigned from her job, checked out of her room, and hit the road alone, dragging her suitcase. There is no guide, no companions, and no return date. She just wanted to find a quiet place and take in the scenery that she had owed to herself in the past ten years.
As a result, I ran into a bad guy at the first stop.
Wearing black-rimmed glasses, speaking without being beaten, he is always one step ahead of her. She was painting in the ancient city, and he got lost next to it; she was taking pictures of reflections by the lake, and he squatted on the same viewing platform to click the shutter; she was learning archery on the grassland, and he emerged from the crowd to teach her how to hold a bow. She angrily asked him if he was following her, and he replied calmly while holding a thermos cup: "If someone is following you, it's probably your travel guide who is following you."
From mutual disapproval to tacit understanding, from chance encounters with colleagues from far and wide, she has traveled to many places and seen the lives of many people - some people have been waiting for someone on the mountainside all their lives, some are guarding letters from decades ago at night when there is a power outage, and some are closing their eyes with unspoken wishes by the campfire. She discovered that what she needed to heal along the way was not a failed relationship, but the woman who had lost herself in the relationship.
Concept: This is a story about "finding oneself in the landscape". Thirty-year-old Su Qingao chose to embark on a journey alone after suffering emotional betrayal. She thought she was escaping a broken past, but in fact she was heading towards a long-forgotten version of herself.