This story about Jiangnan originally only appeared in my mind very hazily. Probably when I was very young, I was awakened by the sound of rain late at night. The dream that had not yet disappeared was wrapped in the rapid sound of rain, making people intoxicated and wondering what night it was.
It just so happens that this Jiangnan Literature final assignment allows me to write a novel, so I will write it down in full. Of course I can write a lot more if I want to expand, but this is enough for now.
Conception: