The old people say that if there are no stories, the city will be like a wasteland no matter how it is packaged.
As a result, those stories composed of love and hate were spread by people, and no one cared about the truth. No one knew the truth.
What they want is nothing more than something to talk about after dinner.
As for me, I am just a passerby to them, listening to other people's stories and occasionally telling them a story.