
Listen to Yu Ge's Lies: I Have Been Waiting for Him for Nine Lifetimes in the Ancient Town
by Cooking Wine And Scolding Heroes
About This Novel
On a rainy night in late autumn, three men stayed at my B&B in Shengfang Ancient Town. The first person's name is Hu Bayi. His ID card says he's from Fujian. His eyes are so bright that he doesn't look like he's here to make a documentary. The fat toilet was clogged, so the maintenance man took out a Liao Dynasty cockscomb kettle from the sewer. A voice suddenly popped into my head. Later I learned that this is called a system. It told me that the ancient town under my feet was stacked with five layers of ancient tombs. In the dry well in the corner of the courtyard lived an old friend who "gave me a lot of face", and Hu Bayi - he said that after traveling all over the country for so many years, "everywhere there is something in the water, soil, and mountains." I'm just a B&B owner. My biggest wish is not to let guests damage my toilet. But they insisted on dragging me to Jingjue Ancient City, Yunnan Worm Valley, and Kunlun Shrine. He insisted on leaving the last sip of water to me in the desert, insisted on calling my name with nonsense words when he had a fever, and insisted on looking at me with that look - as if he had known me for a long time. I don't remember him. But in my dreams, there is always an ancient bridge. There is a person on the bridge, his back is turned to me, and he never looks back. There is a line of words engraved on the wall of the bed and breakfast cellar: "Gu Qingning, don't come down." I don't know who carved it. But sooner or later I have to go down that well.
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