"Completed"
Read the foreword:
1. First person narrative
2. Prose novel, slower pace
(This is a novel written when I was in junior high school, probably around 2010, so the writing style is extremely ancient~)
"Now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous!
Forging swords is a man's business, but it must be done with women's blood.
When a person dies, the lamp goes out, blood dissolves in iron, and the sword is finally forged after thousands of hammerings and beatings of iron essence mixed with flesh and blood.
It will not belong to any woman, even if its sword body still retains the warmth of a woman.
It will belong to a man, maybe a king with all the power in the world, maybe a general galloping on the battlefield, maybe a righteous man who left his name... It will never belong to a woman.
In this case, how can any woman walk into the fire willingly?
But, there is.
Why should I walk in?
Because of love? No.
It is true that there is love, but love is not the only thing.
I just think that when you are living in troubled times, you should do something.
In the history books I have read, women are always charming or unlucky, and it seems that only men can move the gears of history.
"As a woman, you can't do nothing. If you don't know how to be a celebrity or cook, how can you take good care of your men? "
But history will not be promoted just because I can be a prostitute or cook. He can't even see me at all.
If I remain content and take care of men for the rest of my life, I will eventually become just a number in the history books.
I don't want to disappear in such a humble way.
I don't want to be called the wife of a go-getter after I die.
I am Moye, the daughter of the Sword God Ou Yezi, and a person with my father's blood.
I can do something if I am willing to let go of everything I have now.
I can ask the historian to write down my name.
It's not charming, it's not Sangmenxing.
But a name that is admired by thousands of people just like those men! "
Intention: ancient saying
