When the Wind and Clouds Meet (GL)

I do not cherish my life before the wine cup; even feigned madness can become real.

Once, drunk, I whipped a famous horse, fearing that my deep affection might burden a beauty.

Those are lines by Wen Yiduo, aren’t they? I’ve always remembered the words, but forgot the poet. I’ve been hovering around Jinjiang’s doorstep for years. I registered, but kept putting off getting started. This morning, when I logged in, I found that I’d abandoned several of the pen names I used most often. Thinking of the sake I’ve lately grown fond of, I remembered something someone often says: “Wine is the Lord of Forgetfulness.” I also thought of all the stories I’ve read from you all, happy and sad alike. Time passed in your unnoticed company, and I’m very grateful. So I chose the pen name Wangyou, meaning “forget your worries.” We’ll see whether I can really help you forget your worries. Even if I can’t, I’ll be glad if I can earn a passing glance from you all, as a small return for spending these past few years quietly reading your stories.

As for this story, I’m writing on a whim, so it may not be worth much. I’m busy with work, so updates are unlikely. Please don’t be upset. Let me apologize in advance!