The day I joined the Fengyue class, the class leader was preparing to sell the last huqin as a means of payment and send everyone away.
I stopped him, pointed to the paper bamboo horses prepared for the funeral in the backyard, and said, "Give me three days, and I will use these to earn you a mountain of gold."
The whole class looked at me like they were looking at a madman.
Our chief violinist Xie Wuxian, who came from a scholarly family and was aloof and arrogant, even sneered and walked away: "Using paper as a play, blaspheming the wind and moon."
He didn't know that three days later, he would play the most gorgeous music of the Dajing Dynasty for my "inferior" craftsmanship.
And I will use this room full of paper to create a world number one.
