Once upon a time, there was a perfumer with a nose sharper than a dog. His surname was Xie. He had a gentle appearance, but his heart was as quiet and cold as a cellar of snow. He had been crazy once in his life - he stole a kiss on a rainy night and kissed someone he shouldn't have touched.
The man's name is Jiang Jinyue, and his name is like an ink painting, but he lives in purgatory. One hand can make the incense that makes the dead smile, and the other hand can make the poison that makes the gods fall. They all said he was an evil ghost, but Xie Yanxue could see a bit of human-like fire in those eyes that were like dead water, almost extinguished by the cold.
Later, Xie Yanxue was dragged into his hell and became the first animal to be tested for his new prescription. That man was cruel to everyone, but even more cruel to himself. He smoked bloody cigarettes and planted plum blossoms in Xie Yanxue's bones. On the day Xie Yanxue escaped, she looked back - the man stood in front of the ruins of the sea of flames, with the holes burned through his sleeves like eyes that were dumb from crying.
They say the fire burned everything. But Xie Yanxue didn't know. There are some things that cannot be burned off, such as the old washed shirt under his pillow, or the phantom smell of bitter almonds mixed with cold plums that always lingers in his throat when he wakes up at night when the man smokes.
As the old saying goes, the plum blossoms will bloom again after they fade. But what if that plum tree had grown at the Huangquan intersection from the beginning?
——The second half of this story will have to wait. Waiting for a spring that may never come, waiting for a seed buried in ashes that may have already cooled down.
Purpose: To explore how individuals can preserve the last spark of humanity in the ashes of destruction in the midst of extreme suffering and drastic changes of the times, and use this spark to travel through time to complete the ultimate judgment of sin and the difficult reconstruction of the self.