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There were few pedestrians on Chun'an Street and it was deserted, but Jing Ting bought a quaint shop here and opened a tailor shop.
The word "Jingting" hangs on the door of the shop every day. People who come and go always want to take a look at the shop - the long-haired beauty bends down to work, and the golden and silver threads are wrapped around her green and white joints. They keep flying with her movements.
Every time they see this scene, they will suddenly realize that this is a tailor shop.
During the day, Jingting's shop plays babbling operas. When he has nothing to do, he cooks tea with spring water and listens to the falling flowers.
The years are peaceful and peaceful.
At night, red and white candlelight piled up behind Jingting.
Under the swaying lights, she held her black cat and stroked it gently, then opened the four doors to welcome guests from all directions.
The black pearls and white strings on her left and right wrists were looming as she moved. The black cat also seemed to be intelligent. It would always arch its body and expose its fangs in front of the guests' prying eyes, like a ferocious beast, as if to show them some color.
Every time at this time, Jingting always chuckles and pats its head, then turns to look at the visitor, the silver bells on its earrings jingling.
No one expected that the shop would look like this at night - the long-haired beauty transformed into a demon that everyone feared, swallowing a whole piece of skin while talking and laughing.
Obviously this is gossip, but Jing Ting doesn't want to say more.
She wished that as few people knew about this as possible.
Whether it's a good or bad thing about channeling, the sky is full of bitter water and the East China Sea can't contain it.
Others only know that no matter whether they are ghosts, ghosts, monsters or monsters, they ask her for help and ask her to do things. As long as they can afford the conditions she proposes, Jingting will not refuse them.
She never distinguishes between good and evil, she only looks at her own heart.
It's just that long-haired beauties always have their own tempers, and sometimes they don't suit her. If she doesn't like it, there's nothing she can do about it.
She didn't want it, no matter how much the other party gave her, Jing Ting wouldn't even look at it.
After a long time, everyone in this group of people knew very well that the psychic little tailor on Chun'an Street looked at him at such a young age, but he didn't expect that his temper was as big as his ability.
Hearing this, Jing Ting was not annoyed at all. She just smiled and tied her waist-length hair back with a simple ebony hairpin. She bowed and picked up the black cat and sat in front of the screen. She said softly, "Since you are begging me, you must learn to be humble and follow my rules."
If you want something from her, you must follow her rules, Jing Ting's.
Her rules for thousands of years have been passed down in various ways, and everyone knows them.
No, there is a local rumor in Nanlan that has existed since ancient times——
If you have a lot of resentment in your heart before you die, or if you die unjustly or for no reason, just pray to any tailor shop and say your last words of resentment and what is in your heart. The tailor will hear you and feel that you are worthy of being saved, and he will come and make offers to you.
After you agree to her conditions, she will fulfill your wish, take away your three souls and seven souls that have been shattered by black and white, repair them, and give you a happy life with no helplessness or resentment.
And Jing Ting happens to be this little tailor who has lived in the world for thousands of years and is said by the world to be able to mend souls and have great magical power.
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Someone once asked Jingting, what is my heart?
At that time, Jingting was confused and couldn't understand with a smile.
Later, she lived in this world for thousands of years, and saw all the flowers blooming and falling, but she could not find relief.
One day, she finally had a chance to escape. A message from afar asked her: What is my heart?
The distant voice echoed in the valley and resounded in her ears, as if it had been questioning her for thousands of years:
Question 18: What is my heart?
She looked at the mountains, rivers, vegetation and fireworks with a look of compassion, lowered her eyes and replied:
"Compassion for all living beings is my heart."
Copywriting is scheduled for 24/07/04
Intention: Have a clear conscience.
