I picked out Langgan and cut it into a tube, and sealed it with inscriptions and sentences to write about my heart. When the wind blows, it flies like a bird; when it crosses the water, it turns into a dragon when it is sad. Fenjie is as strong as a magistrate, and Shuangyun is cold as a doctor. I feel guilty for praising you, and I send the same letter to you. ——"When you sing and come and go with Wei, you often use bamboo tubes to store poems. Chen Xie's rhythm is beautiful and the poem is composed. Therefore, this is the answer" Bai Juyi
This is the origin of the title... Maybe it seems to have nothing to do with the main text, but just to reflect the feeling of CP. I started writing a Solitaire with my friend Mi Chong, and now I want to continue writing some stories about strange powers and chaotic gods that I (always) like.
Because the level of historical research is low, the story takes place in a dynasty where audiovisuals are obscure. A series of stories happened after he went to Beijing to take the exam, met a calligraphy brush merchant and a charlatan...