Zhou Wanggui has only one wish: to live quietly.
Go to school quietly, play badminton quietly, and spend your days quietly in the wind of Ningcheng.
But the mole on his forehead didn't listen to him - the monsters said it was "the place where God kissed".
So I gave him flowers in spring, took him to the beach for barbecue in summer, handed him a cup of black tea in autumn, and stood downstairs all night in winter.
He thought that he would be pure after avoiding the four seasons.
Until that ancient existence woke up from three thousand years of slumber, stood in front of him, and the first sentence he spoke was:
"You have avoided me for three thousand years and you still want to be quiet?"
Intention: Fate cannot be escaped, but the way home can be chosen.