Warning: light description + large time span
The content is purely fictitious. Place names, customs, etc. Are purely fictitious. Please do not study them in depth. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
When Shen Chi was seven years old, there was a flood in the countryside, and he picked up a bone among the rubble.
The bones were washed clean by the flood and glowed with a warm light like jade. The old man in the village said that this flute was made from the leg bones of a crane. It couldn't be played, so it could only be hung to ward off evil spirits.
He brought the bone flute back to the city and hung it for fifteen years.
In the winter of the year when he was twenty-two years old, on the third day after Shen Chi was unemployed, the power went out in the rental house. He curled up in the quilt and heard a very light sigh from the corner.
It's the bone flute.
In the darkness, someone was sitting beside his bed. The moonlight leaked in through the cracks in the curtains and shone on the man - white, translucent, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
"You finally heard me," the man said.
He said that his name was He Xun and he had lived in this flute for a hundred years. He said he had been waiting for someone to hear him.
"What did you hear?"
"Hear the last words I didn't shout when I died."
Shen Chi wanted to ask how he died. But when the words came to his mouth, he saw the man looking at him with a smile, his eyes curved into two crescents, and he suddenly didn't want to ask.
Later, Shen Chi thought that probably from that night on, he had decided that no matter how this person died, he would recognize it.
Intention: The so-called fate is just that you sacrifice your death in exchange for me to understand your sigh.