I inherited an incense shop deep in an alley. The guests who come are not necessarily human beings. Grandpa Chen, who sat under the locust tree for three years, still has his soul there after his death, in order to see his benefactor one more time; every little girl who plays the piano at midnight only plays seven notes because her mother said she would come back to pick her up after playing a whole piece; Grandma Wu, who has been cooking lotus seed soup every day for thirty-five years, is waiting for someone who will never come back. I mixed the incense according to the "Shijin Incense Book" left by Master and sent them away, but I found that there was also a wisp of incense on my body that I couldn't get rid of - that smell hid where I came from. An incense shop, a music book, and a group of obsessions that refuse to let go. "Because of the secret fragrance - it turns out that I am just like that in this world."
Purpose: Inherit intangible cultural heritage skills and warm the world.