In the mountain behind Lanruo Temple, there lived a little female ghost who was afraid of the dark, and a charmer who claimed to be "passing by."
He picked wild berries for her, made bamboo grasshoppers for her, stole grandma's sweet-scented osmanthus wine for her to drink, and said he would take her to see the Lantern Festival lanterns in Chang'an.
She didn't know that he was bleeding every night, she didn't know that he was carrying an ancient curse for others, and she didn't know that when he said "passing by", he meant that he had taken a very long detour just for her.
On the day when the sweet-scented osmanthus fell, he led her into the ground and sealed the darkness she could not imagine with his own blood. His promise dissipated in the wind, leaving only a faded scar and a three-letter name that I couldn't recall.
But Xiaoqian remembers the sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus, the crispness of candied haws, and the fool who squatted by the stream and laughed at her hair. When he put his palms up, they were as warm as the autumn sun.
The city is full of lights, why don't you share my bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus brew.
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