This Is Also the Underworld

. . . . . . . . . . . . Lao Wang: I am very happy to live out the ancient meaning in this life. Xiao Wang: What's the meaning of this? Lao Wang: I have written many ancient poems in my life. Xiao Wang: Ancient poetry? Why do you love that thing? Besides, whether you fall in love with the ancient ones or not, I can understand if you fall in love with the modern ones. (This little king is teasing Lao Wang) General. Lao Wang: Oh, how can I explain this to you? Ancient poems are articles written by ancient people. Xiao Wang: Articles written by ancient people? So you mean you wrote a lot of articles written by ancient people, right? Lao Wang: Oh, yes, (satisfied) Xiao Wang: Then you have lived out the ancient meaning. Then after you die a hundred years ago, you can still be a translator. Lao Wang: What does this mean? (Lao Wang is an honest man) Xiao Wang: Look, are the people in the sky and on the ground immortal? Are they all alive from ancient times to the present? You mentioned that you are not a translator for the new era. (Xiao Wang couldn't help but chuckle) Goodbye. Lao Wang finally understood and smiled, which was a bit weird. Later... Lao Wang's family has not made it public because they are afraid of spreading the family scandal. It has become the biggest mystery in Lao Wang's village. There are all kinds of legends. But only Xiao Wang never talked about this matter with others. A year later, Xiao Wang left his wife and children and went out to work, where he stayed for five years. When I came back five years later, I was full of talk. Every day and midnight, I went to the back hill of the village to read Li Bai's poems. The story unfolds from here, telling the story of the love-hate struggle of modern strong women. . . . . .