When I was young, I lived in a run-down alley. My parents died young. Everyone despised me as a scourge of relatives. Only my grandmother and I depended on each other for collecting herbs.
On the day I went into the mountains to collect herbs, I rescued a man in armor who was seriously injured and had lost his tiger talisman. He had lost his memory and had no name. I named him Cun Ning and wished him peace all year round. I stayed with him day and night in the back alleys. He shielded me from the neighborhood taunts and firmly remembered my sweet taste. He was the only warmth in my dark years. Officers and soldiers came to find him and took him away. Two months later, he returned in glory. Only then did we find out that he was a hereditary general who ruled the country. He walked all over the mud just to ask me to be his wife. After two years of marriage, he showed all his tenderness. Knowing that I prefer liveliness, the banquets in the house never stop; I steam the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes with my own hands every day, shielding me from the contempt of the powerful people in the house, and healing all the pain in the first half of my life. My grandmother passed away suddenly, and I suffered a serious illness. When I woke up, my memory was incomplete, and I was always indulged in the never-ending dream of banquets.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake in my dream always has only one appearance. When I went up the mountain to look for him, he could not see me like a shadow. A passing monk clarified the falsehood with his words. I stood in the mountain, feeling an indescribable fear welling up in my heart.
Whose obsession is it that makes the room full of noise? What old time is hidden in the same pastries?
Intention: Obsession weaves a false grand scene, life and death are separated, and there is no perfect peace.