This article is a derivative of the Xiaofu novel that I have been writing for many years, and is a derivative of the article specially written for the Mid-Autumn Festival submissions.
This novel was written intermittently for three years. After it was completed, it was read by a group of young female literary friends who were "sharp-tongued" and "professionally mean". Afterwards, they were beaten to the point of being shameless and were completely overturned when they read it again. The draft was changed several times; it is still struggling and incomplete to this day. I often doubt that I might actually be able to write a novel.
However, one day I felt that Yang Xiao was a memory of many years for me and perhaps others. He was no longer a simple fictional martial arts character, but to some extent, he was even a silhouette of a generation's memory carrier. What I want to do and can do is not to use my writing to bring reading pleasure to others, but to share this similar beautiful feeling with all those who, like me, regard Yang Xiao as the perfect picture of love somewhere in their hearts. ——So, there is this article.