Mo Xun in the Post-Jianghu Era

"The Post-Jianghu Era" The people of Jiujianghu, as long as they live, their lives become their own tombstones. He didn't speak because everything he wanted to say died that year. She smiled and rubbed his hair, as if she was rubbing a part of herself that she couldn't go back to. The uncle selling vegetables had his knife hidden at the bottom of the basket. Before he grew up, he was already claimed by the old man. The silence of some people is keeping a vigil for the past. The ranking is gone, but those who were ranked are still ranked in my heart. Alive, but not of this world. This is the real "post-Jianghu era." He passed by that tavern every day, as if passing by his previous life. The sun of the new world shines down, but the shadow of the old man remains. There are no old friends from the old world. You and I are just wandering souls in the new era.