Various, starting with red. Finally——"
In the second year of Shaosheng's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty, the Han family was destroyed. Thirteen people, twelve trades: tea, kitchen, leather, color, hanging, money, flat, gold, native cow flower, willow, tuan, tune. The rules of the sect have been passed down for nine hundred years, but after the twelfth sect, there is always an empty seat.
Nine hundred years later, cultural relic restorer Chen Henian received a "Bianliang City Well Picture". He opened the wax-sealed axle head, touched the canvas, and walked into the painting.
He walked through the scene of each door: the peddler's last journey, the drummer's one-and-three-pass, the storyteller's second half, and the Jin family's hexagram "The north wind changes its mouth." He personally experienced cliffs and mountains sinking into the sea, changing codes and eras, and brought dry tea leaves, red strings, and blank labels from the paintings back to reality. Every time he brings something back, he gets further away from "himself".
Someone is collecting the bill. Someone is waiting for him to engrave. The person who walked into the painting nine hundred years ago and never came out left a message: Wait for the fourteenth to come.
There is no ghost in this story. It is a human being who kills people, it is a human being who sets the rules, and it is a human being who keeps accounts for nine hundred years.
Various, the thirteenth door. It's never a door you're waiting for—it's a person.
