At the entrance of the Shijia kiln in Shenye Town, it has been three years since a good product was produced. When the kiln was about to collapse, a man named Gu Yushen appeared with a piece of paper called "Prenuptial Property Agreement." He said, if you marry me, I can take care of all the electricity bills, inheritance qualifications, and biennial exhibitions for you. Shi Luning signed. She thought it was a deal. Until she dug out her grandfather's notebook in the east wing of the old house. There was only one sentence in it: "The stuff from the kiln in the 26th year of the Republic of China should not have been fired. Gu Huaijin, you are wrong. We were all wrong." A black and white photo fell out of the mezzanine. The glaze color of the amphora in the photo is strange, and the body of the bottle has a faint pattern that looks like a human face. And that bottle was exactly the same as what Gu Yushen was looking for.
Intention: He spends three years in the kiln to master a unique skill, and she spends her whole life waiting for the truth.