The green stream flows around the mountain ridge. Don't go to the listening to the rain tavern.
The rain hits the window and the lights flicker. Don't look back after you go in.
——This is a nursery rhyme that the children in Qingxi Town will sing when they are young.
Twenty-five years before the Republic of China, no one took this song seriously. The old man said that the ancestors were afraid that the baby would be naughty, so they made it up randomly to scare people. The dolls didn't believe it and chased after him laughing.
But in autumn that year, another strange thing happened in Qingxi Town.
A two-story wooden building suddenly appeared beside the official road. The two red lanterns at the door never went out even if it rained. Some people went in to rest, and when they came out the next day, they forgot what they were thinking. Some acted uncharacteristically, some were confused, and some even disappeared without a trace - and most of the people who went in had forgotten that they had even gone in.
That inn is called Tingyu Inn.
Until that autumn, a Taoist nun, holding a short magic sword, pushed open the door.
She's not here to rest.
Later, people in Qingxi Town said that it rained very hard that night. When the girl entered, the water on the threshold reflected two red lanterns. Later, the inn was set on fire. It burned all night and turned half the sky red. The fire was out, and nothing was left on the scorched earth.
But every rainy night, there are still people who see a light shining on that wasteland.
That light shines for many people.
Those people are the ones who can't let go.
