The World Is Half Empty

In the last years of the Great Yongjing Period, five young people accompanied each other. The prosperous age was about to collapse. The wind was soft and the sword was hidden. The world was half empty and half empty. The wind in Qingxi County softened the entire prosperous age. The five young people stayed together on the river embankment, with a bright future in their eyes and obsessions in their hearts, thinking that the mountains and rivers would be stable and the future would be long. The scholar Shen Yanzhi believed deeply in justice and wanted to enter the court and help the world. However, in the turbulent struggle for power, he saw through the false morals and stayed upright all his life, but all failed. Gu Yanzhi, a businessman, only wanted stability, was good at worldly affairs, and was good at dealing with things. He spent his whole life running around to protect all the fireworks, but in the end, the fireworks disappeared and there was no security at all. Lin Xiao, a military householder, was loyal and swore to defend the land and the people with his sword. However, the troubled times were ruthless and the current situation was overturned. He was sincere and had nowhere to go. Farm girl Su Wanhe only hopes for the ordinary, a good harvest every year and a healthy family. But in troubled times, ordinary fireworks are the most rare thing. Wen Zhiyu, a nobleman, has long been aware of impermanence. He has seen through the decay and festering under the skin of the prosperous age. He has watched with cold eyes for half his life, and finally realized that everything in the world is nothing. The prosperity of Jinghe never collapses suddenly. It rots because injustice is acquiesced time and time again, every inch of people's hearts are chilled, and every young man's obsession is crushed by reality. They were once the brightest young people in the prosperous age. Each had their original intention and rushed forward, thinking that everything they wanted could be obtained and everything they could hold on to was expected. But fate has already nailed the ending of half his life in the young alleyway and in the light of the evening breeze. Spend half your life working towards it, but half your life you will be disappointed; one lifetime of obsession will lead to nothing. It turns out that the so-called human world has always been - half present and half absent, half full and half sparse. Intention: Machiavellian