I am fifty-five this year, my first year of retirement, and I am going to live in an old house in the countryside. One day while walking in the mountains, I picked up a man. He was wearing tattered robes, his hair could be tied into braids, and his first words were: "Who are you?"
I thought I was experiencing mental illness and wanted to run away. He waved his hand and blew the entire bamboo forest sideways. I just found out - this guy is an ancient wind god named Fei Lian. He was sealed for 10,000 years and has just been released.
He said he wanted to repay me. I said you go, I'm fine living by myself. He refused to leave, saying that he didn't know me in the world, he only knew me. I let him live there, thinking I would just keep him as a dog.
The result? I grow vegetables, and he blows the wind, and the vegetables grow better than anyone else's. I went to the market, and he carried me on his back, walking faster than an electric car. I had insomnia, so he sat by the bed and blew me some air, which was more comfortable than the air conditioner.
The old lady in the village was very envious and asked me where I found the old man. I said I picked it up in the mountains. They said it was too late to go to that mountain now.
Later, when my daughter came back from the city and saw him, she almost called the police. I explained it to my daughter for a long time, and she said, "Mom, please wake up. He is a god and will return to heaven sooner or later."
That night I asked Feilian: "Are you going back?"
He said: "The wind has no fixed place, it is the same wherever it goes."
"Then what are you doing here?"
He looked at me and said seriously: "There is smoke here."
I am over fifty and I have long stopped believing this. But that night, I cooked him a bowl of noodles.
