Qingpingshan

My grandfather, Cheng Banxian, was a native of Changsha. He only went to one grave in his life - the bottomless pit in Qingping Mountain. He lay for forty years and came out with all white hair and a baby in his arms. That baby was me. Before he died, he left me three things: a Luoyang shovel with "Qingping Mountain, don't go down" engraved on it, half a notebook with three pages missing, and the sentence "You are not my grandson." Twenty years later, I returned to my old house with this shovel and found that my grandfather's notes contained countless torn-out truths. Living people came to my door one after another, claiming that they knew the secret of my life experience. They said that the hole is still there, the people are still there, and the situation is not over yet. The only thing I can believe is the rule of the rivers and lakes left by my grandfather: don't touch the gold when the cock crows, don't touch the gold when the lamp is out, and don't return to the tomb empty.