In Hongfa Temple in September, ginkgo leaves cover the bluestone slabs.
On the way to seek marriage, Su Muyao picked up a "lost" ancient man.
Qin Meijun is dressed in a moon-white jacket with a slanted lapel and his eyebrows are as cold as an ancient painting. Standing in the busy traffic of the 21st century, he looks out of place.
Su Muyao thought this was just an ordinary kindness - taking her home, teaching her how to use a mobile phone, and watching her clumsily adapt to modern life.
It wasn't until Zhuxiang lost control in her estrus, until Qin Huijun held her face and said "I love you" that Su Muyao realized: this encounter was no accident.
One is a modern passer-by who seeks love in his native year, and the other is a lonely soul who comes across time and space.
They hugged each other in the smoke of the kitchen, kissed in front of the bathroom mirror in the dim light of morning, and filled the "cannot be empty" of each other's lives in every ordinary day.
When the ginkgo leaves fall, the gods hear the prayers.
From then on, among all the lights in the house, one was left for her.
Intention: The bond across time and space and the mutual complementation of the soul.