Era, daily life, romance, urban
Life is sometimes a little sweet, sometimes a little salty.
Only those who taste it know its true flavor.
Our parents’ love stories are always simple yet filled with helplessness. What, then, were the stories of their parents?
Smack!
The storyteller’s block strikes the table, stirring countless worlds to life.
“Like a dream of golden millet, I drift through life; half a lifetime wasted, I must decide whether to stay or go.
Finding a benefactor is hard, so I search again; the bright moon over the river has led me astray from tender blossoms.
Decades of changing times and fortunes have passed; with not even a scrap to cover me, I make my home on the streets.
By chance, fate grants me a seat upon the stage. With a single block, I tell the tale of all humanity!”
You have to write your own first review. I don't know if it's good or not, but if you put your heart into it and try your best, you can see yourself, and that's enough.