[Everything in the World / Immortality / History / Restraint Aesthetics] Her name is Ying Yin, the last true dragon in the world.
The heaven collapsed and the gods fell. She relied on sleeping for decades to gain a bit of divine power. She hid in an unknown tea house by the Qinhuai River, brewed the cheapest crude tea, and watched the sound of oars and lights in the human world as she came and went. She made up her mind to be a bystander - until the poor boy who used charcoal to draw the Qinhuai River on the street corner broke in.
Gu Changsi's painting skills are rough, but full of life. He painted Yan in front of Wang Xietang, and also painted beggars at the entrance of Wuyi Alley; he said that no one looked at her painting, so he said, "I will."
So she began to see in his paintings the human world that she thought she had long forgotten.
But she is a dragon. Every time the heart beats, the surroundings become colder; every attachment accelerates the arrival of the next deep sleep. Feishui was approaching Jiankang, and she had to make a choice between watching and taking action - to save him, she would have to sleep for sixty years.
Sixty years later, when she returned to Qinhuai, the tea house was no longer there and her old friend was old. Gu Changsi spent the rest of his life painting "The Picture of Chang Ying", which showed her in white clothes and plain skirt leaning against the window. There are only six words inscribed on the painting:
"One of the sayings here goes: When the weather is cold, put on more clothes."
She finally heard the words he had been holding back all his life after sixty years.
