A World-Class Intangible Cultural Heritage Bearer

[I've got 150,000 words written, and the love story is finished. Since it's not interesting, the career plot hasn't progressed at all, much like my own career, which is full of questions like, "Why hasn't the world ended yet?"] [Opening] On the first day after quitting his job and returning to his village, Lin Kaiji got into trouble: Old Wang next door lived alone, and suddenly a "thief" showed up at his house. Trying to be a hero, Lin Kaiji beat the "thief" up and dealt with him according to village law. If the village chief hadn't rushed over, shouting furiously and sending both of them to the police station at the village entrance, that "thief" would have... No, Lin Kaiji would have beaten the "thief" to death! As it turned out, it was all a misunderstanding. The "thief" was a newly arrived poverty-relief official who was showing kindness to the elderly by helping Old Wang air out his dusty junk. A benefactor devoted to poverty relief and progress, a talented returnee hired to resolve local businesses' export trade problems. Lin Kaiji had beaten up their benefactor. "Sorry about that." Though he apologized, Lin Kaiji stubbornly tried to talk his way out of it. "I heard there was a thief in the village, so I thought you were one." "What a small world." Wen Chao brushed off the dust and gave him a disdainful look. "You're still so impulsive." Still? Lin Kaiji narrowed his eyes. He looked familiar. Right, Wen Chao, the top student who sat next to him from elementary through middle school and never looked anyone in the eye. The one nicknamed "the kid everyone else's parents wish they had." So annoying. How had he gone from that to a golden-boy returnee whom the whole village protected? Lin Kaiji straightened up and clenched his fists. He could tally up every grudge from their nine years of compulsory education, from "Teacher, he put the vegetables he didn't want in my bowl" to "That jerk wouldn't even pick up my pen cap for me. He made me crawl under the desk to get it myself." He'd gone too easy on him just now. Way too easy. This lifelong blood feud had to be avenged! - [As the title suggests] Xia cloth, the cloth of China, made from ramie and woven entirely by hand: Light as a cicada's wing, thin as rice paper. Soft as fine silk, smooth as a mirror of water. Korea processes and exports China's greige fabric, dominating the international market for Xia cloth products. Japan researches the core technologies for degumming and weaving, bringing Xia cloth into the realm of high-end fabrics. Lin Kaiji turned down an invitation from an international fashion group and returned to his hometown with his luggage after graduation. A neighbor saw the tall, handsome young man busy shaking cobwebs and dust off himself as he cleaned up a broken wooden machine. "Why bother with this piece of junk?" he asked. "To weave Xia cloth. This craft was passed down from my grandmother to my mother, and then from my mother to me." The dusty, dilapidated loom basked in the sunlight once more. "I'm sure I can do it better than the foreigners!" In ancient times, the Weaver Girl worked her golden shuttle. Today, a young cloth-maker spreads silvery ramie to dry. 1. Xia cloth weaving is a form of Chinese intangible cultural heritage. The original pitch was pretty rustic, so this novel is about rural revitalization. 2. It's a love story. The title promises to surpass Britain and America and beat Japan and Korea, and under Lin Kaiji's lead, the cloth of China really does embark on a glorious journey to amaze the world (?). But the story could just as well be called Seven Years Later, My Rival Confessed He Had a Crush on Me. 3. A returnee elite x a passionate dummy (the protagonist), also known as a high-energy, passionate little sun. They'll always be boys with a light in their eyes. Half the story is about their old school days and their grudges. I love reminiscing about the boys they were back then: ridiculously childish, bickering like two amateurs, and making everyone feel young. Theme: Intangible cultural heritage: Dress in the robes of China, revive our land of rites and propriety.