Beside Naihe Bridge, in front of Huangquan Road.
The bright red Hibiscus flowers stung the ghost's eyes with excitement.
The souls waiting for reincarnation lined up in a long queue, shouting at each other with unclear faces.
The young man in white robe and folding fan stood beside Po Meng and set up a small table with a bowl of wine warming on the table.
He is a well-known storyteller in the underworld.
Warm a bowl of wine and open your voice.
The folding fan is unfolded and the wood is awakened.
He stands here year after year, telling the stories of little people.
This article is similar to a quick thread. Due to the double opening, it is in a status of being updated. If there are comments from readers or enough collections, the author will consider adding an update.
Warning: The author's definition of small people here is not small people in the normal sense. No matter who they are, as long as they are human beings, they will leave deep or shallow traces in this society. But even those people whose names are passed down through the ages are only known by their external reputation. In this way, as long as it is about the daily necessities of life itself and the character of ordinary people, then every life itself is a small person.
Concept: Stories of little people