My name is Chen Jiu, and I opened a white goods shop in the south of the city. Sell paper money, sell shrouds, sell incense and candles, and by the way, look after people's ghost houses and ward off evil spirits. Before he left, the master said: To eat this bowl of rice is three parts skill and seven parts courage. But it had been five years since he left, until that day I received an old photo from the Republic of China - it was him, and on the back it was written: Master, something happened in the Northeast, come to me, don't tell anyone. I put my copper coin sword on my back, closed the shop, and boarded the train heading north. The innocent souls, evil spirits, ancient houses, and deserted villages along the way all told me the same answer: Master didn't go to meet any old friends, he went to a game that he had been dating for sixty years.
And you - is there anything in your life that you "pawn" for?
