The Deserted Inn (Huang cun ke zhan)

No matter how curious you are to this story

and how much you desire to look into it,

you shouldn't go to the deserted town.

Because it does not belong to our world

or to me at all.

In the year 2002, because of the song "sorry I love you,"

I won the grand prize on songwriting.

I became famous suddenly.

I was finally successful...

and...

happy.

I got the whole world, seemingly.

But...

But from then on,

I couldn't write a new song

that could replace and surpass "sorry I love you."

It became my only representative work.

Until one day.

I found the hyperlink in my blog.

The deserted town.

A mysterious, thousand years old town

lies by the golden flower sea and the green bamboo forest.

Every house here is in black and white.

In the deserted town's inn,

there is an old bed, from Ming dynasty.

You can hear Yanzhi's song when you lie on it.

The song is too beautiful to be described.

I decided to look for the deserted town,

to look for the song of Yanzhi of the legend.

He Ying, about breaking up...

I am sorry.

Thanks for loving me. Please take care of yourself.

Excuse me.

How can I get to the deserted inn?

This is the deserted town.

There are no people here.

Just houses, little bridges, and trees.

And also the inspiration.

Who do you want?

I booked this place on the internet.

Hi, I'm Meng Fan. Are you Ouyang?

Yes, it's me.

You are here. You must be tired.

Here, give me the bag.

Thank you.

Come in.

We have hot water 24 hours a day.

Only the bathroom and dining room are shared.

But there are few guests during this season.

It's getting cold.

Those drawers love spring and autumn here.

This way. Be careful.

Watch your step.

We all eat the country food.

I wonder if it's OK with you.

Watch out the doorsill.

But all the guests eating Xiaozhi's meal

can't forget it.

Ah, Xiaozhi is my wife.

Your room is over there.

Is there a bed in my room?

Of course.

I mean Yanzhi's bed.

Please go to bed earlier today.

If you need anything, please tell me, OK?

Xiaozhi and I are in the front yard.

Thank you.

Sorry, no smoking here.

After we broke up, you couldn't run from my curse.

It was once a village in a vacuum.

Now all young men leave to make a living.

Only a few old people and children left.

The whole village seems asleep,

as if it has never woken up.

I'm sure the deserted town is lonely.

It will bring me the inspiration

and will completely change my life.

Oh, it's you.

I went to the hill to collect herbs.

When I passed by, I saw you went into the ancestral shrine.

Is your wife sick?

No, she used to be sick.

I always brought her the herbs from the hill.

Have a smell, please.

Thank you.

If you take it for a long time,

it helps with insomnia.

You love your wife very much.

Women deserve it, don't they?

Did you have a good sleep last night?

Not bad.

Have you hears the song of Yanzhi?

The song of Yanzhi.

It is said that the original master of this house was Yanzhi.

The year the war started, Yanzhi's husband had to join the troops.

When he was leaving, the couple made a promise.

At the Chung Yeung Festival three years later,

the husband would reunite with his wife.

If not, at the Chung Yeung night, they would die for the love.

Then, for three years,

Yanzhi waited for her husband every day.

She sung a song as well.

It is said the meaning of the song

could only be understood by the couple.

At the Chung Yeung night three years later,

after the appointed time,

Yanzhi tied the silk on the roof beam.

Suddenly she heard the sound of knocking on the door.

That was her husband coming back with no sign.

Yanzhi was so surprised.

Although her husband looked very tired, they still spent several nights happily.

In the legend, the bed you're sleeping in

is the one Yanzhi and her husband left.

A few days later, as Yanzhi sang the song for her husband,

he suddenly ran out and disappeared in the bamboo forest.

That was because her husband, in order to meet Yanzhi at the Chung Yeung night,

had run from the troops.

He died for fulfilling the promise,

following the sound of Yanzhi's song.

The husband, who had already been a ghost, found the way home.

From that time, in the bamboo forest,

Yanzhi sang that secret song every night,

waiting for her husband to come back.

Who is it?

You, you...

What do you want?

My wife... Xiaozhi...

She saw you. She saw you just now.

She likes you.

She said that she loved the song you sang.

She asked me to invite you for a drink.

She said that she got no guts to invite you, so she let me do it.

You are such a great singer.

No, I'm a song writer.

But just now, when I came back home,

she was very excited.

She loves your song named "sorry I love you" especially.

I couldn't learn it well. I just couldn't.

Come on. Let's go for a drink.

I am busy.

Sorry, I've disturbed you.

Then go ahead.

She hasn't been so happy for a long time.

How do you do?

Morning Mr.Ouyang.

Mr.Ouyang.

Mr.Ouyang.

I'm sorry. This is for Xiaozhi.

Is it that song of yours?

No, it's the sample of my new song.

Thank you. I thank you for Xiaozhi.

It's OK.

But we have had a quarrel last night.

She's gone back to her parents' place.

Why is that?

Don't worry. Please sit down.

Believe me.

She's going to be back in three days.

The first time I met Xiaozhi,

I went to her parents' home the next day.

On the 29th of that year in lunar calendar,

I couldn't get the train ticket,

so I decided to get home by a motorbike.

By coincidence, in my school,

one of my work mates' sister was my hometown mate.

He wanted me to send something to her.

When I first saw Xiaozhi,

her face turned red without saying any words.

At that time,

she just joined the county theatrical troupe as a player of the Chinese zither.

She said that she got no money to get home.

I said that I was going the same way.

I could take her home.

The weather of that year was so different.

It was in February,

but the rape flowers bloomed everywhere.

As soon as I entered the door of her home,

Xiaozhi's parents saw me as her husband.

Because there is a custom in my hometown.

On the Chinese new year's eve, if a man enters a girl's home with her,

he would be seen as the son-in-law.

I really envy you.

In spite of quarrelling sometimes,

you two still love each other deeply.

Just like Yanzhi.

How about you?

Got many women?

No.

No?

We broke up.

Why?

Too tired.

I got lots of works to do now.

My health is not too good.

Anyway, I am too tired to play the game of love anymore.

Game?

Yes.

When you take love too seriously,

you get hurt.

But if you don't have love, how can you write such nice songs?