Little Youyue Failed, Big Time

Inspiration often came without any reason. They did not come upon command, they came as they liked. One could be struck by an overwhelming wave of inspiration as they lazed about. Oftentimes, the wildest form of inspirations came, when one was at his calmest...

Of course, Sun Xian was languishing about as he always did. Undoubtedly, he lived a leisurely life. Some people might find the fact that he had no more relatives in this world to be really sad. On the contrary, he could not have asked for more freedom.

As he was utterly devoid of ambition, he was also free from the stress that commonly entailed. The only exertion on his part would be on how to pass the day by. In addition to mahjong, which was necessary, what else should he play?

Around the mahjong table, he was the only one who was without a job or hobby of his own. His mahjong partners could not possibly play mahjong with him all day long. Unemployed social outcasts like him were still rare.