Fog-Locked Red Makeup: Endless Road to Marriage

A suona sound suddenly floated over. The sound was intermittent, with an indescribable weirdness, but it penetrated the ears clearly. I was shocked, how could there be suona sounds in this barren mountain? I slowed down and drove forward in the direction of the sound. After walking about two hundred meters, the fog in front seemed to be thinner, and the outline of a group of houses could be vaguely seen - it turned out to be a town! The town is not big, and the streets are lined with old brick houses, with some faded lanterns hanging under the eaves, dangling in the fog. But the strange thing is that there is not even a human figure on the street, only the sound of my car's wheels running over the bluestone road and the continuous sound of suona in the distance.