In 2010, when I was a freshman in college, I entered the exclusive zone of "Jian Wang San" and became a pure Yang loli. From a novice who was entangled between Qi Chun and Jian Chun, to a "retired gang leader" who had countless apprentices, I used Qi Chun's "Liuhe Duzun" to lead a series of apprentices to upgrade their titles. I watched them gradually become independent in Yangzhou City, and I also experienced the sadness of master and apprentice being reunited and separated. The world is not big, but it is full of foreshadowing of reality - I once met my sister who was my classmate in the second year of high school, and got a glimpse of the aftermath of my youth; I also formed a deep bond with Xiao Yu, a Qixiu apprentice who had low self-esteem due to hearing impairment. From the careful care in the game to the only time we met in Wuhan, I watched her grow from a timid girl to someone else's wife. Many years later, when she said through the screen, "Master, you are old," I was shocked to realize: perhaps what we missed was not each other, but the young man in white who listened attentively in the old days, the lingering warmth of the world that was always hot.
Intention: What we miss may not be each other, but the young man in white who listened attentively in the old days, and the lingering warmth of the world that was always hot.