While the monk was tapping the chessboard with his chess piece, the silent night was flowing across the sky. A pot of wine was warming on the stove for a guest who had an appointment. The burning sword light in the surrounding areas was extinguished, and the grievances and hatreds that had lasted for ten years were gone. The sun was once so hot that the waves in the river seemed to be boiling. It's all over. Now that things have come to pass, Hengzhou looks back - is this world as cruel as yours?
The most complete one so far. The original title is "Thinking of the Spring Festival Gala in the Clouds Like Autumn". It is divided into two sections, with the appendix "Boundless Snow".
Please, no matter how ugly you think it is, please read Chapter 6 first because I wrote it very happily (?)
Intention: This is how the world is. What are you going to do?