Unorthodox text:
My name is Jianghu
I have always felt that my family gave me this name in the hope that one day I could carve out a world of my own in the world of martial arts. Therefore, I have been reading virtuous books and practicing martial arts diligently since I was a child, and I have never slacked off every day.
But later, when I was walking in the courtyard, the old housekeeper at home secretly came over and told me that the name was given to me because my mother gave birth to me while boating on the lake.
I still remember that I was very unconvinced at the time and said, "Then what's the explanation for my surname Jiang? Is it because my mother likes to eat glutinous rice sticks?"
The old housekeeper did not answer, but bowed his head respectfully behind me: "Mr. Jiang."
I stiffened and slowly turned my head. My father was looking at me with a majestic look: "Go back to your room."
I left quickly.
The ungrateful rich kid who uses idioms indiscriminately and is uneducated is attacked by unknown X attributes.
Really, it's just random writing of sand sculptures + Buddhist authors
Intermittent updates, first-person novice writing, no logic, lots of fun
Concept: The weather has cleared and the rain has stopped, and the rich young man feels that he can travel in the world again.
