Qingyuan is the ancient water god who controls the world's water sources.
On the day it passed through the East China Sea, a young ichthyosaur had its scales cut off and sank into the bloody water. She reached out and lifted it back into the water. The cub nuzzled her fingertips.
She didn't know that reaching out her hand would spell disaster for thousands of years.
——Heaven punished him by banishing him to the mortal world, and his divine personality was sealed. She changed her name to Cang Yuan and grew up in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. At the age of sixteen, he accidentally entered Qingyun Temple and met a young Taoist priest. His name is Lu Zhao.
She cooked the porridge, but he drank it without changing his expression and said, "Porridge is porridge." On a full moon night, she lost control and revealed her demonic aura. He took off his robe and put it on her shoulders: "I only know that you have never harmed anyone."
Later, he sent her out of the mountain gate, said unfeeling words, and when they rubbed shoulders, he said in a voice that only she could hear: "Let's go. Don't look back."
——Later, when the fish and dragon clan were slaughtered, she walked into the wedding hall and said to him wearing a red wedding robe: "You are so ugly in red."
Then she sank into the river of forgetfulness alone.
The water of the River of Forgetfulness washed away all her memories. She only has seven seconds left in her memory. Every second she would forget about him, every second she would smile at him again.
He lived in a cottage on the shore, and every day he rowed his boat to the middle of the river and said the same sentence to her under the water:
"My name is Lu Zhao. I am a Taoist priest. Porridge always gets mushy when cooking."
A thousand years.
Thousands of years later, a small silver fish swam to his boat holding half of a jade pendant fragment. He bent down and asked softly:
"What's your name?"
The little fish couldn't speak, but it rubbed against his palm.
This rub was exactly the same as the movement of her fingertips back then.
Purpose: Under the rules of heaven, kindness comes at a price. But even if the price is thousands of years of calamity and thousands of years of forgetfulness, she still chooses to reach out her hand when passing by - because mercy never counts the cost.
This article is about: The most affectionate protection is never about possession - but about remembering.
