There is a type of "ancient paintings that retain people" in the world.
The paintings collect the souls of old friends, preserve old memories, and lock in half-life obsessions.
Those who enter the painting forget their past lives, and those who look at the painting are trapped for the rest of their lives.
Shen Hui is the last painter in the world.
They don't paint landscapes, they don't describe beauties, they just repair the broken and broken ancient paintings of the world.
She is dressed in plain clothes, has been lonely and cold for most of her life, has no understanding of human feelings, and has no desire for glory.
A pair of skilled hands can mend ancient fragments of a scroll, but the cost of repairing ancient paintings is the constant depletion of one's own lifespan and memory, and ultimately cannot make up for one's own life.
An ancient scroll of Dry Mountain and Cold Moon allowed her to meet Qi Chengyu, the remnant soul of Qi Chengyu who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years in the painting.
He is not a fairy, nor a powerful official of the ghost king, but a lone general from the old dynasty who died in battle and was lost in the ages.
The soul is sealed inside the painting by the secret technique, and remains silent year after year, with no one calling or crossing.
There is a strict rule between the two:
Only when Shen Hui's fingertips touch the scroll can he see him for half a day.
Outside the painting, the world is noisy with fireworks every year, but the lonely soul in the painting is forever trapped in the endless desertion.
She walks alone in the world, carrying the regrets of thousands of others;
He was imprisoned in ancient scrolls, carrying an unjust injustice.
The pen and ink are a contract, and the souls are separated.
For the rest of her life, she came here to write, just to cross the lonely hero in the painting and find an opportunity to stay together.
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Purpose: To break the predicament of fate with pen and ink, to cross the lonely soul in the painting and also to cross one's own body
