In the corner of the old street of Chenghuang Temple, there is a young man setting up a stall to study Feng Shui.
Lin Mo, twenty-four years old, helps his neighbors look at faces and choose dates with a bad book and an old compass left behind by his master. Life is poor, but practical.
Until that day, a black Rolls-Royce parked in front of his stall.
A woman got out of the car, with cold eyebrows and an aura about her that kept strangers away. She said nothing, looked at him, turned and left.
Lin Mo didn't know at the time that this glance would drag him into a puzzle from twenty years ago.
In the old locust tree in the backyard of the Su family's old house, there is a blue brick carved with talismans. It was used for tombstones and should not appear in the yard of a living person. In the photo left by the master before his death, there are two stone lions at the door of the old house - the one on the left has an ear missing.
The master said that there are some things that cannot be avoided.
Lin Mo didn't believe it before.
Now he believes it.
A piece of blue brick, a photo, an old house, an old housekeeper who refused to speak, and a girl who frequently appeared in front of his barbecue stall, smiling so hard that her eyes were crooked——
Some things are being connected bit by bit.
The pointer of the compass passed down by his master in his hand had already begun to move.
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