Immortal Guest, I Have a Book of Immortality

This is a story about "remembering". The immortal Li Changsheng spent more than three million years doing one thing: meeting, accompanying, remembering, and saying goodbye. He made countless cups of tea, listened to countless stories, and saw off countless people. He himself went from being heartbroken at first, to confusion and alienation, and finally returned to the calmness of compassion. He understood that the value of life is not in length, but in depth; not in possessions, but in experiences; not in avoiding separation, but in meeting well before separation. So, he became the mountain, the wind, and time itself. And you and I may have sat at his tea stall for a while. After drinking a cup of tea, you know whether it is cold or warm, but the lingering fragrance lingers.