I used to be Zhou Jun, a middle-aged man struggling in the quagmire of reality, but looking for solace in Jin Yong's martial arts world. Forty-three years of life are not satisfactory, but those chapters of swordsmanship, chivalry and tenderness are the paradise that I read over and over again.
In particular, Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, had a hard time getting over it - he had a lost life, suffered a broken arm, and was separated from his true love for sixteen years. Although he eventually became a knight-errant, he gave up too many beauties and possibilities. I often sigh for him in the dead of night.
Until that night of thunder and lightning, I was holding my mobile phone and was indignant about Yang Guo's fate. A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky and completely plunged my life (or soul) into the unknown.
When I woke up, I was hit by a biting chill and unfamiliar memories. I became him.
He became the bullied little Yang Guo on Zhongnan Mountain.
After the shock, it was Zhou Jun's soul that was leading the thinking. I am familiar with every turn of this world and the fate of every character. The gears of tragedy have not yet fully meshed, and it is still not too late.
Why must we repeat the old road full of thorns? Why must we go through that profound suffering and separation? Since God has given me the opportunity to rewrite the script of "The Condor", how can I live up to it?
Zhao Zhijing's making things difficult? Guo Jing's visit? …These are all opportunities for me to break through.
Reader comments
As wonderful as the original work
Just write the names of all the travelers as Yang Guo.
The content is very rich, and you can instantly connect to the author's inner world [smile]
As wonderful as the original work
Just write the names of all the travelers as Yang Guo.
The content is very rich, and you can instantly connect to the author's inner world [smile]