"Once, there was a jade-green pool, scenery of exquisite beauty, and friends willing to risk their lives for one another. My writing may be awful, and I may not know how to write drum ballads, but even if it takes my whole life, I will finish this story."
So said Wang Yishui, the schoolteacher.
But in the end, he never finished it. Perhaps it was because his feelings ran too deep.
My humble writing is probably far inferior to Mr. Yishui's, not to mention his drum ballads, but I am willing to spend some time organizing the manuscripts he left behind.
As for my writing, please bear with me. And don't get your hopes up for drum ballads or the like.
(One last thing: although it's tagged as no CP, feel free to imagine it as pure love, romance, or even a girls' love story.)
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