Ye Zhiwei, a newly appointed university-graduate village official, enters a village in the pouring rain, only to find dozens of elderly people standing motionless, facing the back mountain. Every windowsill holds prepared meals and cups of tea, the windows are nailed shut from the outside with wooden boards, and dry rations and bundles are always left on the stone steps at the village entrance. When she discovers 127 names carved into the stone walls of a trench, the elderly finally speak: “We've been waiting for them to come back and eat, for seventy years.” But why are there no young or middle-aged people in the village? Why does everyone fall silent whenever conscription is mentioned? When the truth is finally revealed, can this village, forgotten by time, still welcome a newborn?