Love Story at Jiming Station

Covering the sky and covering the earth, a dream lasts for three hundred years. Shen Huaiwen, a down-and-out scholar, set up a tent under Jimingyi City, hoping to end his remaining days. When I woke up the next day, the lady who owned the dumpling shop had a cinnabar mole on her eyebrows, and the woman who owned the barbershop had a smile on her lips - exactly like the one in the dream. The bell of Bixia Yuanjun Temple rings the three-hundred-year oath, the unjust case of the censor of the Ming Dynasty, the old department of Queen Mother Xiao, the poisonous wine on the post road... When history books and oracles are intertwined, is he a passer-by or a returnee? An ancient city, two women, three generations of love. At the end of the postal station, waiting is the only destiny, and love is the station that travels through time. ——The bells of Bixia Yuanjun Temple have not stopped ringing, and the smoke from the cooking stoves in the world is warming up.