Lian Shen Village

In the mountain village of northern Jiangxi, my grandfather left behind far more than just an old house. When Chen Yan returned to his hometown for the New Year, he accidentally picked up a small black stone god wrapped in red cloth. The statue is silent and rough, but like an invisible lock, it locks the past between grandpa and the "gongtai" - the ancestral spirit who speaks through grandpa's mouth has never really gone far. The uncle's dusty past and the family's closely guarded legends are all hidden in the silence of the little god. It was on the verge of extinction, but it rekindled its faint warmth in Zhou Yu's palm, leading him to reveal it step by step: The so-called "refining the gods" is never a miracle, but people's fireworks and historical precipitation.