Li Yunxiao stayed up all night writing, then nodded off and hit his head on the desk. When he opened his eyes again, he was an energetic eighteen-year-old in 1952. Everyone else in his family of four had a job and earned a wage, leaving him the only one living off them. He mentally ran through the names of the characters from Love in the Courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief: the story wouldn’t begin for another thirteen years. He Daqing hadn’t run off yet, and Qin Huairu hadn’t joined the family. Scratching his unwashed hair, he started thinking about how to find work. As long as nobody crossed his line, whatever happened was none of his business. The cold wind outside cut like a knife, and he hunched his shoulders. Life without takeout or delivery in those days was rough.
The first 210 chapters are still a good novel, but I don't know where it came from, and there is no ending. The following chapters are another,