This is a story about "living".
The protagonist is a woman who has lived for ten thousand years. Her clothes are as blue as snow and as cold as an immortal.
When she was waiting to die in the ruined temple, she was handed half a piece of steamed bun by a little girl who fled.
In order to repay this favor, she walked out of the mountains and into the world of mortals.
Since then, there has been another legend in the world of immortality.
But she didn't know that what really changed her was not those earth-shattering battles, but the little things -
A bowl of porridge, a date, and a person who gets up early every day to cook porridge for her.
That person's name is Ye Lan, and he is the enemy who once stabbed her master with a sword.
He came to repay the debt, but he repaid himself.
He said: "I will stay until you no longer have to eat porridge alone."
She didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth moved.
Later, what she said most to him was:
"The porridge is in the pot, serve it yourself."
"Tomorrow, add two dates."
"Your heart can also be placed here."
Later, Liujiacun became full of people.
There is the fog from over there, there are sinners from the fairy world, there are gatekeepers who wake up, and there are ordinary mortals.
Some of them learned to cry, some learned to laugh, some learned to count stars, and some learned to teach.
All alive.
Live a lively life.
And she was sitting in the yard drinking porridge, looking at these people, and suddenly discovered——
I have my heart too.
Put it where it belongs.
