The autumn chrysanthemums all over the mountains and plains are like spread out carpets, swaying in the wind, each one quietly exuding a delicate fragrance. It seems to be interpreting the hope of life.
In the year when the autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom, I heard from the elders in the village that the fragrance of the flowers on the hillside can float into everyone's dreams. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, Qiu Ju was born.
The background of the story involves the cultural customs of the Republic of China, the emotional clues of the male and female protagonists, and the main purpose is to write a story. It's most likely a tragedy. It's probably a bloody sadomasochism. Perhaps. . I just write for fun. . . Why? I save the manuscript and don't publish it. I just play with it (bushi). In fact, I can't edit it anymore. . . . . .
Concept: Qiu Ju's life is nothing but a tragedy