There is a Wanggui Ridge in the world. There is a girl on the mountain named Chang Yi who has an excellent memory. She carved a peach wood hairpin under the peach tree and handed it to the passing scholar Cang Xu. The scholar took it and said, "Wait until I come back." He never came back. She waited for three years, and after her death, her soul went to Wangchuan. Ah Zhi, who was delivering the soup, gave her three bowls of soup, and she still remembered it after drinking it. Heaven has approved four words: make the best use of everything. She was sent to the most remote corner of the heaven, an old wooden building filled with old papers called Zangyi Pavilion. Her new job is to sort out old files.
There is a grass on the windowsill. I don't know who put it there. It is always green. Suying from the tea stall next door put an extra red date in her tea and never explained. Siming passed by, nibbling melon seeds and said, "Your name sounds like an old friend."
Later, the door of Zangyi Pavilion was pushed open. Fengshen Cangxu walked in and looked for a peach wood hairpin. He spoke very little and would only sit by the window sill every time he came. When he left, he would move the grass to let it get more sunlight. He began to come more and more frequently, like the wind, without knocking on the door or saying hello. The dust on the windowsill was blown clean.
Chang Yi began to dream about a mountain, a tree, a stone, and a young man sitting under the tree. She seemed to have seen that young man's face before.
Concept: The three worlds are forgetting, but how can a god named Chang Yi get along with his own memory? The answer Chang Yi gave over the long years is: remember not to carry everything, but to gently and selectively keep the things that make you who you are.