A Scholar

The rising sun is setting in the long world of mortals, and the scholar's thoughts overwhelm the world. However, I, a scholar, have learned from the infatuated man to pursue the supreme road, not to live as long as heaven and earth, but to dance with the beautiful woman for the rest of my life. My name is Zhou Du. In the forty-seventh year of the martial arts of the Dashang Dynasty, I appeared outside the gate of Lao Ding's private school in Xinshan, south of Huai'an City... "Sister, how many years do you think this flying god can live?" Zhou Du squatted on the threshold and looked up to the sky curiously. Leaning next to him was a little girl holding a wooden sword, also following his gaze and staring toward the sky. At this moment, the setting sun is leaning to the west, and the rays are shining brightly. The afterglow of the setting sun is spread on their little faces, really like a pair of finely carved porcelain dolls. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.