The moon was white and the wind was clear, and he was about to throw himself into the river.
When history teacher Su Zhao fell into the middle of the river in the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Dongpo was standing on the bow. How could a broad-minded writer who said he could live his whole life in a coop of smoke and rain be an uncle who wanted to jump into a river?
Su Zhao, who came from time-travel, was heartless and stopped him with a plate of Dongpo Pork: "Why die! You haven't invented oyster braiding, lamb scorpion, and lychee grilled fish yet!"
When an open-minded writer meets an optimist fanboy, the most unprofessional literary renaissance in history begins - after all, only when you are full can you have the strength to write eternal masterpieces.
