On April 13th of the first year of Wutai, two thousand people died in Heyin, a northern suburb of Luoyang.
There are four words in the history book: kill with just your hands. No one resisted.
The Yellow River stopped flowing for half a quarter of an hour. Later, the water flowed again, but some things followed the water and flowed into Luoyang City.
Five years later, in the southwest corner of Nanshikou, under the Sophora japonica tree, a woman selling soup cakes was mixing noodles.
Her name was Aheng, and she was from the Xianbei tribe. Her entire tribe died in the Heyin Incident—she should have died too, but she survived without a single wound.
She could smell a scent. The smell that oozes out of a dying person - bitter is illness, sour is sudden death, and sweet is obsession.
She didn't want to care. She just wants to sell her soup cakes.
But this world does not allow her to live in peace. There are more and more strange things in Luoyang city: the water in the well becomes bitter, children talk about dead people, there is the sound of court clothes mopping the floor in the new house, and some people stand still in the middle of the road while walking, muttering "I don't dare" - those are the two thousand people who died in Heyin, and their thoughts are not gone.
A police official who is so serious that he wants to get to the bottom of it. A young man whose whole family was destroyed like her understands all her pain. An old gourmet in the market taught her how to use her abilities, but he hid a secret that was deeper than her.
She was pushed forward. From hawkers to the people in the city, from "don't come near me" to "I won't leave".
Someone died to protect her. Before he died, he said: "You remind me that I have lived too."
Someone has been guarding her all her life, without even saying a word of love.
In the end she made a choice, at the cost of never being able to smell that smell again, and she became an ordinary person.
