In a mountain village during the height of summer, lived a sorrowful widow, Xiao Bi. Today marked the 40th day since her husband's death. Dressed in jeans and an apron, she held incense and murmured softly… "Husband, it will be the 49th in a few days… Life without you has been so lonely, but it's alright, the village tradition of '48 Hands' is about to begin…"