On a thunderstorm night, an ancient general covered in blood fell into my living room. I thought he was crazy. He said he was the general of Daliang Zhenguo. I made him a bowl of noodles and he even drank the soup. He can't use the toilet, can't tell right from left, and wears my pink bunny slippers. But his writing is beautiful, ridiculously beautiful. I was bullied, and he taught me to "take advantage of advancement before retreating." I quit my job to help him sell calligraphy and earned a thousand and sixty dollars a day. He taught me calligraphy, and I entered the National Exhibition Center within three months. He said, "The general's calligraphy is valuable." It was really valuable. One painting sold for 90,000 yuan. He said, "This general's life is yours," and we received the certificate. He said "Ben would have wanted a daughter" and then the daughter was born. An ancient general traveled to modern times and did not engage in political intrigue or infrastructure construction. He only wanted to write one word - "harmony". This story is sweet, refreshing, funny, and a little tear-inducing.
