This is a story that people have forgotten. But let me tell you one by one. I am nameless, just a storyteller in a teahouse who has seen the world and told beautiful and tragic stories.
Don't ask me about the origin of these stories, unless you believe that I don't belong here. I have traces of my journey in every place and space in the world.
I heard the river god tell the story of the girl who came to steal the pearl; I heard the Sanxian tell the story of the forbidden love between humans and gods thousands of years ago; a black cat shed tears to reveal a century-old pain in order to trade fish with me to save people. In my eyes, they are no longer the people in the story, but beautiful, but very illusory joys and sorrows that I can touch.
The story I tell may not sound true, but I hope you will listen carefully. The article is not long, but it contains the painstaking efforts of those joys and sorrows.