Three thousand years ago, the last night when the fire in Zhaixing Tower engulfed Chaoge. King Zhou and Daji fell into the modern city. Their spells failed and their identities were cleared. They began to try to survive by sleeping on the streets.
From the police station to the special department on the third underground floor, and then to Room 401 of the red brick building, the two used their first pocket money to buy a floral quilt. They learn to use mobile phones, learn to take public transportation, and learn to read the numbers on the scales in the vegetable market. The old lady downstairs taught them how to grow onions and pickle radishes, and the noodle shop owner gave them a jar of hand-made chili sauce. Two years later, Chen Mo told them: The Special Affairs Bureau has been shut down, and you are completely ordinary people.
A green onion tillers into the entire base of the wall. Daji squatted in the yard and taught the newly moved girl how to grow vegetables. She said exactly the same words as the old lady taught her. King Zhou passed the written examination for job transfer and was lying on the table late at night checking old accounts. Daji covered him with a thin blanket from behind. They began to save money - for a desk, a crib, and a two-bedroom apartment of their own. Things that were once not worth mentioning are now growing out of the soil inch by inch.
They are no longer king and concubine. They are Gu Nianzu and Su Lianyi. They have muddy hands and have taken root in this city.
