Xunyang Lingyu

Life in the ancient city of Xunyang is like a picture of a city full of water vapor. By the Gantang Lake, the flower girl's carefree lotus flowers are still covered with morning dew; in Xunyang Old Alley, Jiuyuan's second-hand bookstore is filled with the fragrance of tea and ink; beside the guide's shallow paper-cutting cart, the machine hums regularly; in the museum, the porcelain tiles in Shiguang's hands reveal a warm luster; in the environmental protection station, the data recorded by the stars is stable as usual. Until the lake water turned unnaturally gray, the well water had a hidden fishy smell, the paper-cuts became inexplicably brittle, and the handwriting in ancient books was blurred for no reason. These seemingly insignificant anomalies are like ripples spreading quietly under calm water. Five ordinary people who were involved began to get in touch with the reality hidden under daily life by virtue of their own skills connected to the city. All they have in their hands are fragments of pages, handkerchiefs, scissors, silver needles and seemingly outdated data passed down from their ancestors. When intangible cultural heritage skills collide with modern monitoring, and when market wisdom encounters natural changes, can they clear away the fog and find the balance that maintains the vitality of the city and the fireworks of the world? And what is hidden behind Jiujiang's gentle veil, is it an ancient guardian, or is it a huge shadow that has been quietly awakened and can swallow up all peace? The answer is hidden in the trembling of petals, the fragrance of water vapor, and every choice to stick to your heart.