In Suzhou City, which is made of blue bricks and black tiles, there is a shadow that has not dispersed for thousands of years under the willow-painted bridge. "Suzhou Weird Stories" takes the land of Wu as the backdrop, weaving more than a hundred weird stories into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and every page is soaked in moonlight and blood stains.
In the Thirty-six Mandarin Ducks Pavilion in the Humble Administrator's Garden, the eyes of the ladies in the ancient paintings rotate with the candlelight, and the blood seeping from the skirts soaks the century-old nanmu; at the Maple Bridge night mooring, the pale face of the Ming Dynasty scholar appears in the flickering of the fishing fire, and the girl in his arms appears Every page of the poetry collection is filled with the names of the drowned; behind the carved window lattice of the old house on Shantang Street, the sound of an embroiderer threading her needle and thread can always be heard at midnight, but what is reflected on the window paper is a headless figure cutting a wedding dress.
From the red-clothed ghost startled by the midnight bell of Hanshan Temple, to the blue-and-white arms stretching out from the dry well of Master of the Nets Garden; from the sudden appearance of paper sedan chairs in the deep alleys of Tongli Ancient Town, to the endless empty bowls on fishing boats in Taihu Lake... These strange legends hidden in Pingtan tunes and seeped into Suzhou embroidery threads reveal the terrifying truth behind the gentle appearance of Jiangnan. When you open this book, you may be able to hear the sobs coming from under the stone slabs of Pingjiang Road, see the white silk floating on the Panmen Tower, and in the lingering sandalwood, there are bloody secrets that span time and space.
