There are no shadows at dusk in Guihun Lane.
Her name is Shen Qingan, and she is the scribe here. Listen to the souls of the dead speak their minds and help them settle their regrets. The dust on the fingertips fell lightly, and ink marks appeared on the wordless book.
Accompanying her is the civet cat Yuya. When the silver dust falls, she can hear the unspoken wishes of the dead soul.
There is another person who stands at the alley every night waiting for her.
His name is Gui Chen, a man who has attracted souls for thousands of years. He has no soul and no soul, and does not understand the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the world. He would only lower the green light when she was tired and let the light fall on her shoulders.
He doesn't know what "thinking" is. But from the moment she said "yes," that light began to warm.
There is a bride in a red wedding dress who has been waiting all her life, an old wood carving who stood outside the window all night, and a soul-keeper who has guarded the old locust tree for thirty-two years.
One unfinished story after another is slowly being heard.
There is also a group of people coming from the shore - the calm fortune teller, the stubborn embroiderer, the quiet incense master, the anxious reformist, the passionate boy, the little sun on earth...
She was in Guichen's lamp, in the dumb silver dust, in the sea that Ah Yue heard, and in the story told by Lao Xu.
At dusk when the soul returns, there is light on the shore from now on.
When you come, Yaya will be waiting for you at the entrance of the alley.
Purpose: Every regret deserves to be heard, every soul deserves to be treated with tenderness