This is my first time writing a fanfic, so I'll just read it. Most of the fanfics I write are small theaters. I don't have an outline or a plan. I write whatever comes to my mind, and I may intersperse unrelated small theaters at any time.
It was night, Ye Lan was sitting on the floating tree, holding a pot of wine in his hand, which smelled like peach blossom wine.
Ye Lan raised his glass and poured it for himself, and suddenly sighed: After all, it is still not as mellow as the peach blossom wine brewed by his senior sister back then.
"Senior sister, have you seen it?"
"Sister, I did it."
"Sister, I miss you so much."
The disciple watching the night looked at the figureless leader lying on the floating tree, and said helplessly: "The leader is drunk again, he probably... Misses that person again."
Purpose: May all lovers in the world get married eventually and never miss it again