The Empty Mountain Is Full of Daughters Crying

An old silver hairpin engraved with the word "reverse" pulls Su Qingyan, a makeup artist at the funeral home, into the boundless and mysterious realm woven by thousands of years of vulgar customs. The abandoned baby tower is crying in the night wind, and the souls of the dying babies are buried in the barren mountains; Tongyang's house is a lonely shadow under a green light, locked in a deep courtyard for half his life in humility; The bone marks in the foot-wrapped building hide the pain, and the three inches of the human walking path are broken; The chastity monument is covered with white mist in the forest, and the bluestone holds the rest of my life; The dark wedding sedan is red and the funeral is harmonious, and the living girl is martyred by the withered bones; A immersion in the cold water of a pig cage subdues injustice, and rumors can determine a woman's life or death; The court of female virtue tames the human heart, polishing off the edges and only teaching obedience; The shadows of skyscrapers lurk, and age-related marriage and childbirth trap the modern world. The empty mountain is silent, the night is long, and every gloomy and desperate situation in the world hides the woman's unspoken grievances and lingering screams. Su Qingyan was born with the ability to see the remnant souls of people who died in vain, and could hear the silent weeping for hundreds of years. Carrying only an old hairpin, she travels through the illusion of reincarnation with the compassion of a mortal, awakening the soul that has fallen into destiny. Women in this world should be docile, accept their fate, and be confined in a small cage. But there is wind in the empty mountain, the lonely soul has wishes, and the daughter has the bones to rebel. Despite thousands of years of discipline and secular prejudice, We must also tear off the shackles of ethics and education, break away from the prison of fate, I wish that in the future world, The empty mountain no longer hears my daughter crying, Every year, every woman can choose her own path in life. Chinese folk horror Anti-patriarchy/Foot binding/Chastity shackles/Domestication of female virtues/Gender discipline in the workplace Intention: Thousands of years of bad customs bury the dead bones, and the empty mountain weeps for the beauty in the long night