Thanks to Xiaozheye for the image, and thanks to Xiaotaoji for the image.
The past has faded like smoke and clouds. The most unstoppable force in the world is the slow passage of time.
The wild and lazy Second Young Master Sang grows ever more unruly, spending his days among the beauties of the Rouge House. He knows the pleasure quarters better than his own courtyard.
Chongxiao, with his iron resolve to uphold the heart of the world and secure the people's livelihoods, earns a quiet living in a small tavern. Calm in expression and sparing with words, he seems to have given up on the world.
The bastard son of the Jian family has become the monstrous young master Sumo. His honey-colored eyes shift between light and shadow, and he has long since forgotten how to cry.
Yanchen, a prince surrounded by countless honors and deeply favored by the emperor, is nothing more than a lonely boy bowed beneath the weight of fate.
Who holds a lamp for whom, standing guard in the dark? And who has fallen into the abyss, separated from another by the mortal world?
There is no way to know.
One of my old stories, Without Cause
My latest story
A little cutie I'm working on lately, a silly, lighthearted story I'm writing for fun. From Ultra-Cow, guaranteed easy reading.
Oh my god, the last time I left you a message was in April 2012, almost 6 years ago. This time I can't score points in the last chapter. I saw your 2014 message saying that this article is not going to be updated. I was only in my early 20s when I read your article. Almost ten years have passed. I have been married and divorced, and I rarely come to Jinjiang. I still miss you. Now I have also started to write, but of course I am far behind you. You are really one of my favorite authors. If I can still see your articles, no matter what they are, I will happily follow them. I wish you happiness.
He fell headlong into a deep pit and suffered a bloody head.
Why did I jump into another pit when I hugged myself in 16 years?
It's been four years, dear, it's time for the baby to be grown up. I have read several of your articles so well that I can memorize them. Please finish this article at least. . T^TI must be so in love with you. . . . .
I don't dare expect the author to finish this article. But for the sake of supporting you so often in the past, how about an ending? I really want to know what happened to the father and son in the end.
Will you still write this article? I watched it again today and I still love it. There are not many articles that I can keep in my heart now. This article has been in my mind since a few years ago. If I want to rewrite it, I will support it! I hope Ultra Niu can continue writing, okay?
I haven't had time to come to Jinjiang for a long time, and today I came to find out that Holding a Lantern has been updated. There are some things I can tell you now. "I'm sorry..." I owe you this. Maybe you don't remember, because you just became a mother, you didn't have time to update the article. At that time, I was young and careless, and said, "If you don't update it, I will give up the article!" How hurtful it was. Later, when I became a mother, I realized that having one more child made everything different. When even wanting to go to bed on time has become a beautiful idea, it is not easy for you to be able to update the text from time to time. So, when you can feel it, I feel ashamed when I think back to your answer back then, "Just give up if you want to." In fact, I have always liked your articles. After you stopped updating, I never came to Jinjiang again. That little fat cow, weakly asked, "Can I come back to you for your article again?" Although I don't know if you can see it, I still want to write it.
Niu is the only person I have written two comments on after so many years of reading. Come back. You haven't updated for two and a half years. I miss you very much.
Finally found an author who doesn't give up. . . Are you going to abandon Wen too???? Don't. . . Finish updating this article before leaving. . . . . .
Damn, I haven't had sex for a long time. When I was busy in the afternoon, I suddenly thought of holding a lamp. You are one of my favorite authors in JJ. No matter how good other authors write, there will always be a place in my heart to remember Yao Bai Qing Lan Chong Xiao Su Mo. It would be extreme to say that I will never forget it, but at least at a certain period, they and you really moved me. I like the protagonists in Niu You's story. No matter how heartbreaking the past is, they can still go on firmly and tenderly, giving people the courage to live a good life. Really, there is no exaggeration. At least for me, the once dark emotions have been soothed by the unexplained and mysterious nights. Maybe many people don't like this kind of writing style, slow-burning, wavering cp, and protagonist control, but with me, there are definitely many people who also like it. In the past year or so, I have been stuck in various 2D fandoms. I dare not come to JJ to read articles for fear of being pitted, and there are too many of them. . I have been thinking about it after you gave up this trap, and I vaguely felt that I might have guessed the CP wrong, but as the protagonist is always in control, I will always want to push the protagonist over before things become clear. This is selfish, but I have never thought about whether my comments have caused you any trouble. I haven't finished reading Beilei, but I saw the long comment. I don't know what to say. I really want to tell Niu that I'm sorry. The story is your story. We are all just spectators. Niu, you can ignore us as you like. Although I feel that my wishful thinking cannot be so powerful and make you lose confidence in yourself, I still feel a little uneasy. . So I still came here to write a review. I don't know if you can see it, or when and what month you can see it. . . . . Niu, just finish writing TAT. . I really want to cry after reading this story. . Can you bear to watch me squat in a trap for so many years? . . Do you have the heart to hug your thighs? . . . Originally I just wanted to apologize, but unknowingly I made a bit of a fuss =. =. . . . . Okay, okay, even if you really never change again, I still love you, come on~