Ever since he picked up his cat owner, Xia Tong's peaceful life has been like a wild horse running wildly in the wilderness, never to return. There are always strange things coming in: butterflies weaving dreams, walking laurel trees, wind chimes that ring without wind, mysteriously disappearing landscape paintings, knitting dolls, and the mysterious Mr. Shen.
Xia Tong's outlook was shattered: "What? Am I a heavenly master?"
Mr. Shen: "Yeah."
Xia Tong's outlook was shattered: "What? Am I still a monster?"
Mr. Shen: "Yeah."
Xia Tong touched his heart and took a breath: "Is there more?"
Mr. Shen: "You are still my wife in the last life, this life, and the next life."
Xia Tong: "OOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Mr. Shen: "I'm hungry."
Xia Tong: "Oh, I'm going to steam the bamboo shoots."
Mr. Shen: "I don't want to eat bamboo, I want to eat sycamore fruit."
Xia Tong's old face turned red: Where is the cold and cold boss of the ancient divine bird that we agreed on?
Intention: With love in the heart, the breeze will come naturally