On the day when I came ashore, I thought this miserable involution was finally over. Who would have thought that fate would gift me a time-travel ticket to ancient times, leaving Wang Qingxuan to spit out bitter foam in despair like a salted fish caught by the waves on the shore.
Recalling the past, I failed my childhood sweetheart in the high school entrance examination, failed in the college entrance examination and failed in the cram school. I married my girlfriend right after graduating from college. I patted my butt and became a research monk. Finally, I worked hard to practice magic. In the harsh environment where employment is difficult to find in the country, I kicked the carrot pit out of the way by reporting, and finally got an iron job through hard work.
The joyful mood had not lasted long, and the celebratory wine in my hand had not been opened yet, how could I be hit by fate from the sky? Twenty years of various rolls, this life that has never experienced the wind, flowers, snow, moon, and moon left bitter and salty tears.
Intention: Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement