Three Years in Chengdu

Chengdu has been a city for three thousand years, and its name has not been changed, and its cultural context has not been interrupted. However, something is wrong with Chengdu recently. When Chen Xingzhi's mother shed black tears from the corners of his eyes, the city's "immutability" cracked, and he, a nosy young man from the city, searched everywhere for the antidote, but the antidote was in the water of Jinjiang, the heat of the hot pot, and the Dragon Gate array of the teahouse. At the same time, a kind of "popularity" awakened in his body. Only then did he realize that the price of this city's "unchanged" status was that generations of people had "protection" engraved into their bones and blood. Now that the devil has turned around, black energy has grown out of people's hearts: lying flat, vanity, self-doubt... But people in this city are still rinsing hairy tripe, drinking tea bowls, setting up dragon gate formations, and playing mahjong. He understood that in order to save his mother, he had to save the city first. Even if this city is broken, we have to finish the hot pot first before talking about it.