The Death Warrior and Me (Original Title: The Mad Carpenter)

People often grit their teeth on his behalf: With your family background, if only you'd... He narrowed his eyes and yawned hugely. "Then where would today's carefree life come from?" People often stuck up for him: With your talent, you should have been able to... He shook his head and crossed his legs. "Then how would I have today's unrestrained, decadent life?" Youth is fleeting. If you can savor a little wine and song, why bother with an empty reputation? One day, Liu Qingfeng hugged his wine gourd and pointed at a knotty elm tree, grinning. "All Qingfeng wants and loves is to see that blockhead of an elm finally get the point!" Someone stood behind him, eyes full of indulgence. A large hand marked with old scars reached out and snatched away his beloved wine gourd. A rich voice sounded by his ear. "Master, forgive this subordinate, but you mustn't drink." "What if I drink anyway?" He narrowed his eyes, clearly acting coy. "Please punish me, Master. But alcohol harms your health, so you mustn't drink." The man paused, then knelt and bowed his head, clearly taking him seriously. We nosy onlookers, standing in the sunlight, secretly chuckled. Sure enough, that's one enormous, hopelessly thickheaded elm tree! Theme: