"Twenty years, where have you been?"
There was a crazy woman by the South Bridge. She was dressed in rags, and there was no clean spot on her body. Dust and mud seemed to be densely sewn into her body. No matter whether it was the vegetable seller, he was throwing vegetable leaves at her. Even though the children on the street playfully called her crazy woman, she always had a smile on her lips. Her whole body was extremely dirty and smelly, her hair was covered with paste from someone unknown, and only her eyes, which were like pure pools, were filled with tears.
Concept: Xianxia, Jianghu, family, friendship, love