In fact, Jinjiang asked me to fill in the story type, but I refused. This story comes from the experiences of some friends I met while playing Jian San. I have also posted some stories on forums before, such as Moray Tree Hole. Any similarity in IDs or anything else is purely coincidental, so please understand the difficulty in choosing the name.
Ten years ago, a gay friend asked me what Jianghu was, so I followed suit and said that wherever there are people, there are Jianghu. I still can't explain what Jianghu is. At this time, I can only think of another friend's signature: Even if there is a sword in my hand, it still needs God's will to come true.
This story is just to talk about the touching and sad moments in the game Jiansan, and the time I said goodbye to Jiansan.