The late 1950s, a small southern town. Chen Meiya, a 31-year-old widow, runs a barber shop by herself. Beauty is her original sin and her way of life is to hold on. One night in late autumn, she picked up a mute, skinny and faceless man at the door of the store. He could not speak, his origin was unknown, and he could only squeeze out an unpleasant sound like sandpaper from his throat. Chen Meiya originally wanted to sell her to an old bachelor for two hundred yuan, but her clumsy scream moved her to compassion. Two women who have been chewed up and spit out by the world, in the sound of scissors and soap suds in the barber shop, are groping for an dependence that is more silent than family affection and more clumsy than love. However, in this age where rumors can kill people, a woman who cannot speak out to prove her innocence is a crime in itself. When the shadow of the times comes down, they only have a pair of scissors in their hands, which can cut their hair or even their lives.
The idea: How do people who have been insulted and harmed identify each other in the ruins, and how to leave a small breathing space for each other in an era when even self-rescue is a luxury.