There is a young Taoist priest deep in the old alley.
He works as a Taoist doctor during the day and does acupuncture without charging money from the poor. Her cuffs are always stained with herbal juice, and she makes grasshoppers for her children, and uses the night light from Wang Guilan's canteen as a signpost to go home.
No one knew that the light red mark on his left hand was the Taoist veins left to him by his master before his death.
No one knows that when the neon lights are on, he will drive an old taxi to pick up those "guests who shouldn't be seen."
The first guest is named Lin Wan.
She waited in the old grain depot for three years, and her first words were: "Can you lead me to find the person who harmed me?"
Liu Qinghe turned on the heater.
Yinke cannot feel the temperature.
But he still has to drive.
Only later did he learn that Lin Wan's injustice was tied to the death of his parents nineteen years ago.
Later he learned that Qingxuguan had lost a senior brother forty years ago, and the black iron earring in his left ear still felt cold.
Later he learned that there was a man who had been waiting for him for twenty-three years at the abandoned wharf inscribed with "Qingdu" on the upper reaches of the Fen River.
That was his master.
He has been dead for twenty-three years and his soul is still there.
Just waiting for him to finish that road.
Someone asked him: Taoist Master, how many people have you ferried?
He thought for a while: I haven't counted them.
After a pause: Count what it does.
Whatever needs to be crossed must be crossed.
The man asked again: Did you save yourself?
Liu Qinghe did not answer.
He raised his head and looked at the string of Five Emperors coins on the door frame.
Long time. He said softly: "Still walking on the road." He is a Taoist doctor during the day and carries yin and yang at night.
Fireworks in the world, ferry people and themselves. The light in the old alley is still on
