Xie An, You Owe Me a Peach Blossom Tree

"Xie Anshi, you owe me a peach tree." When she said this, the shadow under the plum tree fell slantingly on his shoulders. He didn't know at that time that this debt would last his whole life. Six years ago, Qinhuai River. A Guangling San song, she played the pipa, he played the flute, and the lights all over the river dimmed for a moment. She said: "Come to Jiuyuan tomorrow to get the score." There he went. After passing the nine passes, I met her under the plum tree. Later she died. Three years later, Lanting. He saw a strange woman tilting her head and smiling. That angle and expression were exactly the same as Lu Mingzhao's. But she is not her. She is a girl from the Xi family, and her name is Xi Tan. But that night, the pipa sounded again. The same ring finger and the same string pressing as six years ago. He clutched the jade pendant of the waning moon and sat in the darkness for a long time. The one of the waxing moon followed her into the earth. If she dies, who plays the pipa? If she wasn't dead, why didn't she come to him for three years? To whom should he return the peach blossom he owes?