Synopsis

People in my hometown call those who are shy and untalkative “touxiuzi”. Within my family, the touxiuzi gene is embodied in the members of three generations. As a touxiuzi in our family, I try to uncover and open up the real heart beating under our touxiuzi exterior, yet in the end I only open up myself. The touxiuzi in the family continue to circle in the air above the village and grow in the village's soil.”