A Guide to Raising Philippe

In the 17th year of the Republic of China, there was a Yan family in Tongcheng West Street. For generations, they worshiped an indescribable god - Yan Ling. Yan Jia has a special ability: helping people realize their wishes. But a wish must come true. As for the form in which the wish will be realized, it is never up to the person who made the wish to have the final say. You wanted your son to come back safely, so he floated back from the moat - safely, quietly, with a smile on his face. You want your dead father to say a word and he will sit up from the coffin - but there are two dark holes in his eyes. If you want to become a tree and stay with your mother, you will really become a tree - blooming in spring, bearing fruits in autumn, and never speaking again. Yan Youling, the eighteenth generation head of the Yan family, on the day he was born, his mother traded her life for him to survive; when he was eighteen years old, his grandfather paid off his mother's debt and died in front of Yan Ling. Before he died, the old man only left half a sentence—— "Words have meaning, don't..." What? Don't make a wish? Don't look back? Don't believe it? Still alive? When Yan Youling made his first wish in front of his mother's grave, Yan Ling truly "saw" him. He found that he was being dragged bit by bit into the ancient vortex of wishes and costs - and the answer he was looking for might be behind the door that no one had ever dared to open. What's behind the door? Yan Ling said: Wait for you. Yan Youling said: I'm here.