Brother Guyong Travels Through the Mysterious Clouds of the Ancient Town

Brother Guyong was riding a bicycle to carry medicine, and was suddenly involved in a car accident. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an ancient bluestone alley. Looking up, there are "Ghost Market Tea House" lanterns hanging among the carved beams and painted buildings. The cinders in the palms are shimmering, and the coarse cloth belt around the waist has become an embroidered tape. Next to her, a woman in a red coat stirred a copper pot. The strips in the pot were phosphorescent. In the ashes under the bridge, next to half a piece of sesame candy, ants the size of a thumb were lined up in a human-shaped queue. The sound of banging in the distance broke through the fog: "At three o'clock, the market is open -" Brother Guyong tightened his cinders on the toes of his shoes and looked at the sparkling Zhang River below, with wood chips engraved with oracle bones floating on the river. Among the stone kilns on the other side, there was a building exactly like his own cave dwelling, and the familiar aroma of sorghum paste leaked out of the windows.