In a small mountain village in a remote mountainous area of Fenghuang, Xiangxi, a unique stilted building appeared at some point. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis stilted building is built alone on the mountain, with small green tiles, lattice windows, antique, there is a courtyard in front of the building, and there is a fence gate in front of the courtyard. No one in the village had ever been able to enter the stilted building, except that there lived an eccentric old woman, who wore a black gown all year round, and no one had ever seen her walk out of the courtyard. Whenever one walked past the stilted building, through the window, one could see her sitting in the middle of the room for many years, surrounded by pots of blooming flowers, these flowers were very peculiar, the long stems were bare, and there was not a single leaf in sight, and the orange petals were thin and long, bending and stretching in all directions. She sat motionless among the flowers, as if she were a statue, and occasionally she could be seen moving alone in the courtyard. The village rumored that she was a witch who was in charge of the souls of the dead, and the people were afraid of her and hid far away.

Early one morning, a handsome man in the dust pushed open the fence door. He hurried into the house, and saw an old woman with white hair sitting among the flowers. "Where is she?" He asked. She slowly raised her head, and the man's eyes were met by a weather-beaten face, covered with deep wrinkles, like the bark of a dead tree. When she saw him, her cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. "Where is she?" The man took out a photo from his pocket, handed it to the old woman, and asked eagerly. In the photo, a beautiful young woman stands under a cherry blossom tree with a smile. The old woman did not speak, her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, tears welled up in her eyes, crossed her cheeks, and fell on the placket of her black gown like broken threads.

Her breath was short, the orange light in the room surged, and the flowers around her emitted a bewitching light, all the light shrouded her, and her figure blurred. The man couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the changes in front of him, he saw the old woman in front of him changing in the orange light, her hair changed from snow white to gray to black, the wrinkles on her face began to decrease one by one, and gradually a young face appeared in front of the man, it was the same face as the woman in the photo. "It's you!" The man exclaimed, stretched out his arms, and ran towards the flowers, to hug the woman he had been looking for for so many years. Suddenly, the man's figure slanted, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the petals around him poured down like rain, withering in the blink of an eye. The man hurriedly hugged the man into his arms, and when he looked down to see that the old woman was still white-haired and lifeless, he looked down and kissed her face, he knew that she was her.

Suddenly, the past that had been sealed in his memory was spread out one by one like a picture scroll, and the love was set for the third life, but they still ended up like this.

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"The Flower Mother Fairy is gone." Thousands of miles away, a woman muttered to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks.