Recently, for some reason, there has been a strange rumor, saying that when the sun rises after a heavy rain, there will be a girl, wearing fine satin, holding a closed folding fan in her hand. After walking around, she will find a suitable restaurant or shop, sit down, unfold her fan, and start telling all kinds of magical or heroic stories of love, hate, and love. They are often fascinating and make people happy to listen to them.
The fan was closed, the girl patted her clothes, did not collect half a tael of silver, and stopped talking. At that time, the story stopped and people dispersed.
But if you go to talk to the girl at that time, the girl will have two reactions. One is to ignore you, and even if you spit and talk until your mouth is dry, the girl will not take you seriously, and sometimes she will just leave.