Feng Shiyunyu

Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, the quiet valley is filled with birds singing, flowers fragrant, and clear streams gurgling, just like a paradise isolated from the world. No one knows who built a European-style castle in this village. Surrounded by clouds and mist in the mountains, it looks like a castle in a fairy tale. Yun Yu, who was involved in the collapse of urban planning and unemployed, carried his luggage and dragged his exhausted body step by step towards the looming castle in the distance. A glimmer of hope quietly rose in her heart, hoping that a prince and a gorgeous palace would be waiting for her in the castle. But this longing is fleeting, like a broken bubble. She chuckled bitterly, licked her chapped lips, and murmured in a low voice, I must have fainted from exhaustion to have such a fantasy. She is low-key, taciturn and indifferent to worldly affairs. She never asks for good luck. She has already understood that the road ahead will be bumpy, but if she stays where she is, there is no hope. Only by moving forward bravely can there be hope. She came to this remote village and wanted to wash away her fatigue and anxiety, but she bumped into the kiln burner guarding the old kiln. Mysterious villages and fairy tale castles are like the dusty Pandora's blind box. What kind of stories are hidden there? Will the girlish Yun Yu encounter the prince and the gorgeous palace in the fairy tale? What washed away the fatigue and anxiety all over her body? In the end, pieces of dazzling gilt-painted pottery came out of the kiln. The warm kiln fire melted the desolation in her heart, allowing her to regain the gentle starlight in the gloomy world.