Wandering Through This World

Lu Xun, a gentle yet wild man. He defined his own existence as an intermediary of consciousness, seemingly present in this world yet not present, caught but not quite caught. Gentle and reserved: that was the impression he made on the public. Proud and unrestrained: that was how his close friends saw him. Calm, courageous, perceptive, and unselfish. His very existence was a state of bewilderment. “Just because it's always been this way, does that make it right?” “I love my wild grasses, but I hate the ground decorated with them.” “The life that has died is already decayed. I find great joy in this decay, because through it I know that it is not yet nothingness.” “Silence is the greatest contempt of all.” “Supernatural Ability: [Wild Grass]” Please note: 1. This story is dedicated to Mr. Lu Xun. 2. There is no pairing. The author is probably a heartthrob to everyone. This is a serious story. There is no right or wrong, no truth or falsehood. 3. Please don't nitpick the details or start arguments. Just read quietly. If you want to drop it, don't announce it. 4. Mr. Lu Xun is extremely powerful, and some Chinese literary masters are included. Theme: Dedicated to the best Mr. Lu Xun.