Nine-year-old Xiao Zhuo lives in an abandoned courtyard, and there is not enough charcoal fire on winter nights. A wandering immortal who climbed over the wall wiped the cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth and stayed there for seven years. He taught him how to read people, teach him how to play chess, and how to stand firm in a deep palace with no one to support him. The year Xiao Zhuo ascended the throne, Xie Tingzhou left. Every winter solstice since then, there will be a plate of cool sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the windowsill of the royal study.
There was a man standing on the mountain outside the city for forty-nine years.
Intention: If a person stands in your life long enough, he will become your path every step of the way.