Lin Xiaofeng carries his grandfather's ashes from Taiwan to the mainland, searching for Nanpu Village, a place hard to find even on a map. He has lost his memory and cannot recall his own origins, yet he clings tightly to the black cloth bundle holding the ashes—bringing his grandfather home is a mission carved into his blood and bones. Along the way, he stumbles into many hilarious mishaps that mirror the cognitive gaps left by decades of separation across the strait. But through everyday interactions, he gradually discovers that Chinese chess pieces share the same pronunciations, that braised pork tastes familiar, and that dried loofah can be used to wash dishes on both sides. These small, everyday moments of ordinary life speak to the truth that the two sides of the strait are one family, bound by blood.