At the Taihu Lake cofferdam construction site in 2024, I clutched a mirror scale with the word "" as hot as a soldering iron, and the black mud from the bottom of the lake seeped into the gaps between my fingernails. The foreman Wang Kui died on the newly poured cement floor. The moss on the back of his neck spelled out "Looking for Chi Scales." The crescent pattern on the water sleeves of the costume next to him matched perfectly with the birthmark on the back of my neck.
No one has ever said that I, a descendant of Su Yueniang, was born with the key to a century-old curse. Human figures are wrapped in white silkworms at the Zhenze Silkworm Temple, the soul of the opera is hidden in the caisson of the ancient stage in Luzhi, scaly bone residue is burned in the purple sand of Yixing Long Kiln, and in the water veins of Qizhen, the water shadow is crawling out through mirrors and mobile phone screens to find a substitute.
Zhao Hongyuan's excavator is still blasting the Panmen Shuiguan. He wants to control the water veins, and I want to expose the unjust case of Shenhu in 1931. When the last scale with the word "carp" returned to its place, what was reflected in the water was not me, but Su Yueniang in an indigo costume: "The seven broken mirrors are reincarnation, greed is endless, and the evil spirits are always there."
Where are you looking for a mirror? It was the Taihu Water Vein looking for the next mirror keeper, and I had already been written into the last page of the "Water Veins Sutra".
