Gao Ling: What are you writing?
Xu Yuanqing: Look, I named my novel!
Gao Ling: Why did you suddenly start writing an article? Didn't you always have the most trouble writing?
Xu Yuanqing: These are all the love, hatred, and legends we have experienced in the past——
Gao Ling: OK, OK, my great writer, let's go to the mouth of the river to pick up Ah Jin and the others, and then we can write these later.
Xu Yuanqing: I'll go right away. Just put down this pile of paper. We won't see each other for three months. They can still get sidetracked. Look how anxious you are.
Gao Ling: Come on, I think you haven't practiced Kung Fu for too long. You were much more agile before than you are now.
Xu Yuanqing: No, I spent three hours running up three hills in a row, and my legs almost broke...
On the paper, there are only three words written - Anecdotes
To know what happened, please read below
Intention: A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.