It was nearly midnight by the time Lin Zezu finished the final character of his parallel prose. Wang Jixue had already turned in early.
Fortunately, it was not cold, and although a few scattered mosquitoes came to harass him, they did not hinder Lin Zezu as he buried himself in his eight-legged essays and parallel prose.
Lin Zezu stood up and stretched his back and limbs with light, careful movements. He extinguished the lamp and lay down; having exhausted his brain, he fell asleep quickly and enjoyed a high-quality slumber.
Chapter 136