When Zhang Qiuchi was old, he looked back on his life. He had done many things, some good and some bad; he had drank a lot of wine, some clear and some turbid. He had also met many people, many people... But there was always a young man who flashed in the dust of his memory.
Zhang Qiuchi later fell in love with drinking. He would drink any kind of wine. Even when he was half asleep and half awake, he would ask himself, did he know someone named Xia Ningzhi? He has a pair of beautiful eyebrows, he has a sword called Fanying, and he has practiced the Peach Blossom Immortal Book with himself. Is he just a confusing dream?
Otherwise, why would he be left alone for so many years? I asked myself over and over again.
Jianghu prose, ancient prose, strong attack and strong suffering, abuse, BE (tentative)
Intention: Just to torture