The Carefree, Womanizing God

Sunlight like a blanket, leaves drifting softly. Alone with my parting sorrow, I climb West Ridge, gaze toward the far south, and remember the evening breeze by the pond."

West Ridge soared into the clouds, shrouded in mist. Trees grew thick upon its slopes, and ancient trees towered over the forest, their dense shade covering the ground. Peaks encircled the mountain, evergreen through all four seasons. At its foot lay Bright Moon Lake, stretching nearly a hundred li in length and a hundred zhang in width, its waters rippling emerald-green. A fair-faced, middle-aged scholar in a blue cap and gray robe sat on a boulder. Thinking of how his talents had gone unrecognized, and how twenty years of pursuing fame and office had earned him nothing but the title of Scholar, he let out a long sigh. And when he thought of how, after ten years of marriage, he still had no children, his heart sank even further. The scholar's surname was Zhang, and his given name was Sheng. His ancestors had once held minor official posts at court. Though he had studied the classics assiduously from childhood, his limited aptitude had left him with no hope of an official career.

The weather was lovely that day. Zhang Sheng had gradually made his way from home to the foot of West Ridge. He sat on a rock with his back against a willow, and dozed in the warm sunlight. He slept until...

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