The fog in Huaigui Lane is so thick that it can wring out black water.
The bluestone road swallowed up the sound of footsteps, and half of the costumes were hidden in the shadows of the old locust trees. Wherever the wind passed by, there was always some babbling tune, like someone was singing a play that had no ending.
There was a gentleman carrying a drawing board, guarding half of the jade with inscriptions, and waited for thirty years.
Later, a young man broke in and crushed the moonlight at the entrance of the alley, making the shadow in the fog gradually look like a human being. It's time to go deeper. After all, some doors must be pushed open by someone.
Purpose: Wander into a foreign land by mistake and solve the puzzle?