Shen An has been guarding the cemetery on the outskirts of the city for the fifth year. He took the rag and chisel left by his grandmother, wiped away the ashes on the ownerless monument, and quietly carved small wishes that no one would remember on the side of the monument. She was used to silence, used to the cold stones all over the mountain, and thought she would spend her whole life like this with vegetation and tombstones.
Until Wen Zhan appeared in front of the monument carrying a hand warmer. The nurse at the Shanxia Hospice always wrote down the unspoken thoughts of her deceased friend on a note, squatting at the door of her tool room and handing it over: "Grandma Zhang said she wanted to put half a piece of orange candy in front of the monument."
One bids farewell to others, and the other keeps memories of others.
The two people who deal with "Farewell" every day have never said they like each other, but they regard each other as the only remaining warmth in this deserted mountain.
Intention: In this busy world, there will eventually be a small world of your own