My name is Wu Xun. I am eight out of ten this year. I have just finished the evil college entrance examination and have devoted myself to the wonderful university campus. In the past six months, I had been studying and working part-time, and had saved several thousand yuan. In addition to buying winter cotton clothes and pants for myself, my parents and my younger brother, I could also scrape together a plane ticket. So I decided to be a petty bourgeoisie, take a flight, and go home to celebrate the New Year in style.
Facts have proved that I am indeed rich in diaosi genes, and I am not a Western-style person.
A car accident that was destined to kill me knocked my soul away with a bang.
I didn't sit on the plane, and the ticket wasn't a waste. I actually drifted to a farther place.
A dynasty that has no recorded history.
There was an unlucky prince who was practicing Buddhism. After a few good days, he died in a catastrophe, leaving me with nothing to gain.
I know that those days and nights embracing each other, those deep-seated entanglements, are not my fate.
It's my wish.