Library

In the 10th year of the Republic of China, the library of Jiangnan Normal University made strange noises every night, and the lights flickered on and off. I, Hou Yuzhi, a descendant of Tianshi Tao 102, have been entrusted to come here to exorcise evil spirits. The investigation found that five years ago, a girl, Su Wanqing, was forced to commit suicide because she was protecting her cat, and her cat was tortured and killed. Just when I thought that freeing the resentful spirits would be the end of the matter, I discovered an even more horrifying truth: Vice-principal Zhou Jizong took a cat's heart alive to refine medicine in order to extend his life for evil. Su Wanqing was brutally silenced after she discovered the secret, and the cat spirit remained only for revenge. Tonight, I use the talisman as a guide and vow to tear apart the hypocrisy of this century-old university--

His name is Hou Xin, a man who is so infatuated that he is almost stubborn. He is obsessed with a fruitless love - his encounter with the Taifu's daughter Su Yi is the most beautiful and cruel joke of fate. They use poems to confirm their love and use jade pendants as evidence, but they can only suppress the turbulent love into a silent watch of "passionate but polite" across the palace wall and the secular world. He spent his whole life waiting for the words "be pure and be careful", for her to be a green lantern and for the ancient Buddha, and for his own beard and hair to be white. This infatuation seems in vain. He was obsessed with a difficult revolution - as prime minister, he was determined to reform, abolish redundant officials, clear out land and property, offended vested interest groups, and was scolded as "Hou Bapi". Even though he knew that there was a cliff ahead of him, he would rather break than bend. The New Deal ultimately failed, and I regretted it for the rest of my life. This infatuation seems to be in vain. It was not until a thousand years later, when descendants opened the jade box in his tomb and read the "Letter to Those Who Come Later", that they discovered that all the "wasted seeds" of infatuation had actually not come to fruition. Deep affection for one person turned into compassion for women all over the world; persistence towards ideals nourished the towering trees of education for future generations; loyalty to friends formed the backbone of the national spirit. It turns out that the deepest infatuation is knowing that it may be "in vain" but still persisting in sowing seeds. Because the real harvest is not in the present moment, but in the spring when flowers are in full bloom after traveling through time and space.