I originally wanted to write a story about a young lady and a grown-up girl based on the story between Kensan Meijianxue, but as I continued writing, I felt that it could be a story about a man who goes from being a backup to being a scumbag.
April in Baling, peach blossom in the old nunnery. This year, new people have been replaced. The bamboo forest is leisurely, playing a song of neon clothes. The moonlight is bright, and the falling geese are whispering sadly. It was supposed to be a great time in Jiangnan, but unexpectedly, the nightmare began to turn into a tragedy. From then on, the crane returned to the solitary mountain, the wind came to Wushan and the sun went into the evening, the clouds were flowing in the palm of my hand, I held my sword and looked at the flower bank, just looking for the truth. Unexpectedly, the three stars look at the moon and the seven stars sigh, the four elephants move and the two rituals are in chaos, and the sword is inevitably hidden by the West Lake.