An Li drifted and drifted in the lake,
And rescued her brother and master.
She gained warm goat's milk and chicken soup she could never get a taste of.
An Li swayed and swayed in a carriage,
And met her junior fellow disciple and younger sister.
She gained a little rich girl who couldn't embroider flowers and a loyal big yellow dog.
An Li walked and walked with her sword,
Saw her master off,
And witnessed the people treated like weeds.
Only then did she understand the heart of the sword and the hearts of people.
An Li gritted her teeth and hacked away,
Severed the spiritual leyline and killed the Son of Heaven,
And ushered in an age of peace.
In her childhood, An Li learned the sword from her master, looked forward to her brother bringing home candy, forced herself to praise her sister's embroidery, bullied her quiet junior fellow disciple, clung to the pretty auntie next door, got tossed away by a black bear spirit, then went home to eat two big bowls of fragrant wontons.
As An Li grew up, her brother came home, she saw her master off, and she traveled across the four seas, striding over rivers and mountains. Many people left something behind when they went. Many stayed, like moths flying into flames.
An Li held her sword and did what she believed was right: for her master, for herself, for all living things, and for every radiant soul.
From the junior fellow disciple's perspective:
I met a little girl. We went to school together and practiced swordsmanship together. My sword surrendered to her before I did.
She is the one and only goddess in my dreams, the sovereign I long for day and night.
I would be the horse beneath her, the sword in her hand.
Wherever she goes, I will go.
A quiet, determined big yellow dog who wants a place in her heart x a quirky, mischievous girl who realizes her feelings late
The romance mostly comes later. There is none while the little girl is busy eating, sleeping, and growing taller.
Theme: Growing up is honey mixed with blood and tears.
The writing is really good, but there is no list and no exposure. Too few people read it. It's a pity XX
Very unique writing style, I don't even know which person the narrative is from 😂 Even so, the story is very strong [Caigou]
Is there anyone alive?ψ(`∇´)ψ
The writing is good, keep it up.