There is a strange man in Ping An Town.
He has gray hair and a handful of bones. From the back, he looks seventy or eighty years old, but from the front, he is no more than thirty. Living far away from Dustpan Mountain with the poor children left behind by the widow.
Even though Brother Rong is only a teenager, he knows that his uncle is a man with stories.
Fairy tales, slowly filling in the holes.