Sanchi was only ten years old when he left Tibet.
He remembered that the water in the Zaqu River was clear and his grandmother's hands were warm. He also remembered what happened later - things he didn't want to recall but could never forget. A train took him to Chongqing. This city surrounded by two rivers took him in.
The iron frame bed in the orphanage, the mountains of vegetables on the adoptive family's dining table, the half orange handed over by his high school classmate - it took Sanchi a long time to learn one thing: no one here would suddenly push him away. He began to believe that he might be able to live like an ordinary person.
But there was always something hidden inside him. It has been hidden there since a long time ago, waiting to wake up one day.
Intention: Even if people are crushed by fate, they can still put themselves back together in a strange land.