The evening breeze is blowing, the south of the Yangtze River in summer, the water of Xunyang West River is undulating, not far from the shore is brightly lit, there are two gorgeous and beautiful painting boats moored on the river, the vocal music and the sound of the people are boiling, bringing up a scenery of Xunyang at night, this is the biggest feature of Xunyang, the house of the rich gentry, the excellent place for the people to drink and write poems.

Seven miles down the river, there was a recessed harbor, which had no water weeds, and was fenced off with a wooden fence, apparently artificially occupied, but for which it was not known.

In the evening, the wind came from the small road, it was a beautiful face, holding two big bags in his hand, gently wandering around him, looking at the figure and steady pace, it seemed that there was some kung fu in the body, but this face flashed in the dim moonlight, drunk with the stars, fascinated by the moon.

The man got closer and closer, until he entered the painting boat, and he screamed countless times, what kind of story is this?

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