My Vest Is a Fairy

The day I came out of the temple, I was hit by an electric bicycle. There was a pit in the calf, and three seconds later the pit bulged back. The delivery boy turned pale with fright. I patted the dirt on my body and said it was okay. I have a strong skin. I opened a grocery store at the end of Qingshi Street. The signboard had four words written on it: Grocery store that responds to requests. From then on, the girl who cultivated jade, the mother and daughter who met evil spirits, the girl who jumped off the building, and the soul who had been dead for three hundred years and refused to leave - came to the door one after another. I thought I was helping others, but actually I was finding myself. Three thousand years ago, I guarded a door. There is a person waiting for me behind the door. Later, I was tricked into descending to the human world, and my memory was shattered. A lame cat has been following me for three thousand years, and it only speaks today: The girl you are waiting for can hardly hold on any longer. I looked up at the sky. It's been three thousand years, and it's time to go back and settle accounts. Oh, by the way, my name is Lu Xiaoyao. Some people call me a fairy, but I say no. I am just a small business owner of a grocery store. I burn paper and respond to requests. However, what I can't figure out is: Behind that door, there is another me.