Ruyi Tea House

My mother is aphasic and disabled, and my hometown is rotten to the core. I ran away for fourteen years, thinking I would never look back in this life.
A phone call from Lanying Town dragged me back to this land. The person on the phone told me that my real mother had long since passed away.
Deep in the bamboo forest of the ruined temple, there is a Ruyi Teahouse that does not belong to the human world.
Following my mother's guidance in front of the grave, I only got a greeting that was fourteen years late.
By a strange combination of circumstances, I stayed in this teahouse to catch up with the souls of the dead, listen to old stories, relieve my obsessions, and wipe away my worries. But under this seemingly light task, a deeper crisis quietly entered the scene.
The gurgling spring can't swallow up the quietly passing annual rings. I have also met all kinds of people on this endless road. Ruyi Teahouse is expanding and gathering in unexpected ways. A group of friends and I are writing the wonderful story of the rotation of life and death.
After the wind and rain, those pains and regrets that have nowhere to rest will finally rest here, and the darkness that sheds tears of sorrow will finally be cleansed from the bones.