There was a fox in the mountains, and it was lonely for five hundred years. Since most foxes are generally not favorable, this mountain fox does not have a good reputation like other foxes.

In the countryside, many old men and wives often say that you have to have a good reputation as a person, because when a person has a good reputation, others will help you and look up to you, so that you can live with energy, in the words of the mountain village, it is called "can".

At the foot of the mountain lives a young child who no longer goes to school but is still studying hard in the cold window every night, and if he does not go to school, he cannot be called a "student", but he is still reading, and he is still reading some old feudal books, so the people in the village call this young child a "scholar". He should be the most famous person in the village, because he is likable, and the reason why he reads is because he has a wise root, and he likes to read in his nature.

Scholars often go up to the mountains to collect medicines and sell them for money, so as to supplement their pocket money. One day, the scholar went up to the mountain to collect medicine, and because he was greedy for more herbs called "pulsatilla", the sky was already dark. The scholar was very afraid, the path in the mountain was covered with grass, and it was difficult to find it for a while, so the scholar rested in the ancient temple, and he fastened the temple door tightly from the inside.

At night, the fox who had practiced for 500 years came to look for the scholar, and she still screamed like that, "ah, ah", and the scholar did not open the door all night. In the light of the candles, a goddess is enshrined in the temple, and liking beautiful things has been a common problem for men since ancient times.

All foxes are smart, that night, the fox used all the scheming and skills in the five hundred years of his life, but still did not impress the heart of the scholar, the scholar still closed the door of the temple and did not open.

When it was dawn, the fox was heartbroken, and it was the saddest night she had ever had in five hundred years, and she crept back to her cave. Soon after, the scholar also left this mountain village, he went back to his hometown, he had read so many books, his uncle was the head of his hometown, he would live well, he would not come back, forever.