Yu Zipei really didn't know how to reply to Li Wenlong, she thought about it and remitted all the manuscript fees she earned from writing the script this time to Li Wenlong, except for leaving a little urgent, but she didn't want to see them again. She felt very depressed, and she refused to take the remaining twenty-six episodes, but now it seems that there is no way. The essence of Sahe's problem is Li Wenlong's problem, but if they don't realize it, or they just entrust the solution to the problem to the outside world, then it will inevitably end in tragedy.

It's good to have a rich man as a friend, although the light that can be touched is to eat, drink and have fun, but that is enough for people like Huang Youhuan.

Zheng Xuan's career should be counted from which year, and everyone is arguing more fiercely now. Huang Youhuan felt that they were purely psychologically empty, and it was not enough to take advantage! I wish I had eaten the rich man for a day, and I wanted to be self-satisfied.

Zheng Xuan since he went to Koh Samui to set up a company, in just a few years, he made a fortune, bought a house and a car, and married a beautiful and capable wife in the local area, and then he often came back to Bangkok to live for a while, according to him, the company's business has been completely on track, even if he is not there, as long as his wife is in charge, it can operate normally. Every time Zheng Xuan came back, he would invite a few of their old friends to the restaurant for dinner, go to the bar for a drink, and occasionally invite us to take a sauna and massage, play cards, and be happy. It is very touching for a person to make a fortune, and still miss the old days so much, and not forget his old friends, I hope that the rich people in the world are like Zheng Xuan, this is the unanimous feeling of everyone in private.

When the summer was about to pass, Zheng Xuan came back and invited everyone to the restaurant for dinner as usual. When he came back this time, he also brought a small camera the size of a palm, he seemed to be very fascinated by this play, during the meal, he put the small camera on the palm of his hand, kept shooting for everyone, and after the shooting, he also let everyone see the picture he took for everyone through a small color screen on the camera. Although the screen is small, it is very clear, and everyone in the picture is elated, eating and drinking, and there is nothing else famous, but Zheng Xuan himself is very proud, laughing while watching with everyone, and saying that it is very fun, right? Although everyone watched it with care, in fact, no one thought it was any fun, wasn't it just eating and drinking, and there was no need to see it through the screen. Later, when he went to the bar, he also filmed everyone, and even when everyone was walking and talking, he filmed everyone. In those days, as long as everyone was with him, he would always shoot non-stop, not only people, but sometimes even a tree, a building, or a street. I really don't know what he wants to do when he shoots these messy things, it seems that the interests of this rich man are not the same as those of a poor man like Huang Youhuan.

This summer, Huang Youhuan often called a friend at night and went to Gulou Square with him to play. They buy a few cold beers, sit on stone benches by the lawn, drink and chat, and admire the people around them. There are a lot of people in the square, red men and green women, there are chickens and ducks, there is a light fountain in the middle of the square, colorful water columns rise and fall, and some adults and children are standing watching. It's open and cool, with a breezy floor, terrazzo floors, low lights on the lawn, and the grass is hazy in the half-light and half-dim light. They sat until midnight, and when they had finished drinking, they went to buy again, and when most of the people in the square had dispersed, they talked to the women on the part of the wine, and the price was always not right, because we were not sincere, and it was purely for amusement.

After Zheng Xuan came back, Huang Youhuan also asked him to go to West Street Square at night to drink and have fun, but he was not interested. What are you doing there? He said, "I'm going to drink and go to the bar." A visit to a bar is good, but a small bottle of beer in a bar costs at least 100 baht, while a large bottle of beer on the street costs 15 baht, including a 3 baht return fee. Actually, it's only 12 baht a bottle. In other words, the price of a small bottle of beer in a bar is about the same as the cost of an entire night in West Street Plaza. If it's the same drinking and playing, then why spend a lot of money? But since Zheng Xuan is going to the bar, Huang Youhuan has no opinion, and he doesn't want him to pay anyway.

One day in a bar, Jung Hyun announced to them that he was going to make a short film with a plot, and he had already thought of the story. When they heard it, they didn't think it was a bad idea, at least it was much more fun than filming them eating and drinking. It's no wonder that he filmed so much messy things, it turns out that he still has some ideas. Zheng Xuan also said that there were only two actors in the story he wanted to film, and he designated Huang Youhuan and Xu Huaiyu as the actors. Other friends shouted and wanted to be an actor for him. Zheng Xuan said that if this first short film is made well, he will make other short films, and he will give all his friends a chance when the time comes.

Xu Huaiyu asked Zheng Xuan, why do you want two men to act, it's better to find a woman to act with him, they have a fight scene, they can do it in earnest, and it is guaranteed to be exciting. Zheng Xuan said don't worry, don't worry, he will make a short film with a fight in the future, forget it this time. Huang Youhuan said to Xu Huaiyu, you kid is just lip service, just talk about it and don't practice, if you really let you shoot you, you may not dare to shoot. Huang Youhuan said this is not unfounded, Xu Huaiyu is indeed as timid as a mouse. In addition to that adventure at the train station, there was one more.

One night not long ago, he and Xu Huaiyu went to West Street Square to play. They played late into the night, and when we were about to go home, we walked to the post office on the edge of the square and suddenly found a young woman lying on a bench. Xu Huaiyu suggested going over to see what was going on. They walked up to her and asked her why she was lying here. She said that she slept here, and that she had just come out of the countryside and had not yet found a job to do, and that it would cost money to go to a hotel to stay, so she could make do with sleeping here. They say it's not safe to sleep here, and it's a problem to meet bad people, but it doesn't cost a lot of money to find a private hotel, so let's go, don't sleep here. She didn't listen to them, insisted on sleeping here, and they couldn't help it, so they persuaded her a few more words and left. After walking out quite far, Xu Huaiyu said to Huang Youhuan, you live alone anyway, it is better to take the woman home and stay overnight. Huang Youhuan said I'm not interested, you have to lead you. Xu Huaiyu said that I live in Boss Zheng's house, how can I get it. Huang Youhuan saw that he didn't look like a joke, so he gave him an idea, saying that if you find a private hotel and pay for her to stay overnight, she will definitely be grateful, you take the opportunity to propose to do something, she will not disagree, you will go home after you are done. No, no, Xu Huaiyu was frightened, what if the police came to arrest her, or what if she stuck to me? Huang Youhuan analyzed him, in short, to dispel his concerns and tell him that there was no danger in doing so, but he still didn't move him. Huang Youhuan said forget it. When the two of them walked to the intersection and were about to separate, he asked Huang Youhuan coldly: Do you say that it is really not dangerous? Huang Youhuan said definitely not. He nodded, reached out to hail a taxi, and thoughtfully sat back home. When they met again, he also discussed with Huang Youhuan: That night, if you really take the woman to the small hotel, I'm afraid there will be no accident, don't you say?

Huang Youhuan, Xu Huaiyu and Zheng Xuan sat in a taxi and drove to the riverside. The car went out of the city, drove a long way on the outskirts of the city, stopped at a ferry terminal, and they got out of the car and prepared to take the ferry here to Jiangxinzhou. When Zheng Xuan called him and Xu Huaiyu out of the house, he simply told them that he was going to Jiang Xinzhou to make a film, and he would not come back tonight. He didn't say what kind of film he made, nor did he say why he had to go to Jiang Xinzhou to shoot it. Huang Youhuan and Xu Huaiyu didn't ask, there was no need to ask, there was no hardship to eat anyway. To be honest, being with a rich man is down-to-earth, you don't have to worry about anything, you don't have to eat and drink, and sometimes you can play some new tricks. Last year, Zheng Xuan came back and took a group of them to Yangon, and after inviting them to the restaurant for dinner in the evening, on a whim, he proposed to sing in the song hall. Naturally, they were not unhappy, and followed him to a song hall called Fu and Hao, and Zheng Xuan also said that the owner of this shop was called Grandpa Qian. He asked for a super large private room, ordered drinks, and asked the foreman to call a large number of singing ladies and let everyone pick one. Those accompanying singers are like flowers and jade, and they are full of charm. They accompanied the young lady, drank and sang, and they were really happy. Huang Youhuan still remembers that the young lady who accompanied me was Vietnamese, she said that she was also called Xiaoxiao, less than 20 years old, very lively, not very good at singing, always out of tune, but always had to guess riddles with me and bet on drinking. A man sits on a stone, she said, playing an idiom. I can't guess. What the hell, you drink bars. Guess what, two men sitting on a rock? I can't guess. What's that, you're stupid, drinking. No, no, you're going to dry the wine, haha. Huang Youhuan was drunk that night, and he can't remember how he got home.

Before the ferry came, they went into the waiting room and walked around, and when they saw that there were many people inside, they stood outside in the shade of a tree and waited. It was afternoon, the sun was still a little spicy, Zheng Xuan went to the shop to buy three bottles of mineral water, and they drank and smoked cigarettes. There is a small street next to the wharf, where a few straw dogs are lazily strolling, and some people are playing Chinese chess in front of a shop, and there are many people watching from the side. Zheng Xuan threw away the cigarette and said to Huang Youhuan that he wanted to try the camera, let him go to the other end of the street alone, and then put on a look of nothing to do and walked this way, walked to the chess player and stopped, and also stretched out his head to look at the chessboard. Huang Youhuan asked him if he could smoke, and he said whatever you want. Huang Youhuan had a cigarette in his mouth, and did as he said, a few steps away in front of Huang Youhuan, holding the camera and walking backwards. People on the street, including those who play chess and those who watch chess, all look at the two of them, Huang Youhuan is a little unnatural, but fortunately there is a cigarette in his mouth, and he takes two puffs from time to time, which has a calming effect. After the filming, Zheng Xuan beckoned Xu Huaiyu and Huang Youhuan to come again, and it is estimated that he is choosing the male number one.

When the ferry came, they went up with a large crowd of people in the waiting room, most of them from the country, dressed rustically, some pushing bicycles, some carrying empty baskets. The boat opened, Zheng Xuan stood by the iron railing, began to photograph a tugboat that suddenly passed by on the river, and then photographed the Yangtze River Bridge in the distance. The ferry docked in ten minutes.

Jiangxinzhou is a large island in the Mekong River, with an area of several square kilometers, Huang Youhuan came to play a few years ago, and his impression is that it is an ordinary rural area, full of farmland and vegetable fields. Now it has also been developed, and it is a street out of the wharf, and the street is very lively, with many shops and people coming and going. Directly at the exit of the wharf, there is a huge billboard, on the screen is a woman's underwear, and there are three big characters on it: Mochuan brand. Xu Huaiyu looked up at the billboard for a while, and said to Zheng Xuan, you see how good the name of this underwear is, it is called "Mochuan". Huang Youhuan was a little strange and asked him, what is so good about the name "Mochuan". Xu Huaiyu said you don't understand, this name is very imaginative. Huang Youhuan said that what is the imagination of this name? And he said, you know what, what it means to wear underwear? It means to sleep. What does it mean to sleep? It means fluttering. And the name of this underwear happens to be "Mochuan", which means that it is not worn. Do you understand now, stupid. Huang Youhuan and Zheng Xuan both laughed.

They asked someone on the street where they had a place to live, and the conditions were better. They were told they had a resort, somewhere. They got on a kind of passenger-carrying tuke, told the driver to go to the resort, and drove for a while. This resort is quite like a thing, with a large bamboo forest on one side of the river, as well as a small wooden bridge, a bamboo pavilion, and a barbecue garden. The rooms are yurt-style, with everything you need in the bag, air conditioning, color TV, and toilet. The price is not cheap, 2,000 baht a night, but with Zheng Xuan here, this is nothing.

They booked two yurts and went out to find a place to eat. Although there are restaurants in the resort, they prefer to eat farmhouse meals. It was the small motorcycle just now, which took them to a farmer's house, which had a small yard, surrounded by a bamboo fence, with a green brick floor in the yard, grape trellises, and flowers planted around it, and the Mekong River in front of it. It's good to eat here, they told the family that dinner will be eaten in the courtyard, put a small square table, vegetables, crabs, lobsters, river fish, a few more seasonal vegetables, a few more bottles of cold beer, and the money will be counted when the food is finished. After booking dinner and getting on the small motorcycle that sent them, the coachman asked where to go, and Zheng Xuan said to drive along the river all the way, and if you are told to stop, you will stop.

The motorcycle drove forward along the riverside path, Zheng Xuan told to drive slower for a while, stopped for a while, he got out of the car alone and looked around, and then returned to the car and let the driver continue to drive. Later, when he drove to a riverside with a large forest and reeds, Zheng Xuan called for a stop and said that he would get off here, and he gave the driver money and everyone got off together. Standing on the embankment and looking at it, the scenery is okay, large woods, the forest is shrubs, the slopes are green grass, and the sparse reeds by the river are swaying in the wind. Not far ahead, on the side of the road, under a large willow tree, there was a simple house made of wooden planks and reed mats, which looked like a small shop, with a few benches at the door and a counter with various drinks. Zheng Xuan said let's go to the shop to buy a bottle of beer, and use it for filming. They walked to the door of the small shop and sat down on a bench, where a little boy of eleven or twelve showed his head behind the counter and asked them what they were buying. Jung Hyun bought a bottle of beer and asked the boy to give him a piece of rope. The little boy took out a piece of glass rope from the house and handed it to Zheng Xuan. Zheng Xuan tied one end of the glass wire rope to the mouth of the beer bottle, picked up a bamboo stick less than one meter long from the ground, and tied the other end of the glass wire rope to the bamboo stick. When he was doing this, Huang Youhuan, Xu Huaiyu, and the little boy all looked at him curiously.

Now I'll tell you about the plot, Zheng Xuan said. You, he pointed to Huang Youhuan, sat down by the river, took a bamboo stick, sank the beer into the river, and put on a leisurely fishing. You, he pointed to Xu Huaiyu, walked over from the side, as if he happened to see someone fishing here, so he walked next to him and sat down, watching him fish. The two of you don't know each other, don't talk, just fish and watch one by one. After a while, you pull the beer up from the river, and under Lao Xu's surprised gaze, you bite off the lid of the beer and drink the beer with a grunt. Actually, you're not fishing, but just trying to sink the beer into the river to cool off. You finish your beer, put down your bottle, pat your ass and go. Lao Xu picked up the empty wine bottle, held it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly, feeling that he was being teased, he threw the wine bottle into the river with all his might, and then turned around and left. That's the end of the story, you know? Huang Youhuan said we understood.

Ah, Xu Huaiyu said, I have a lot of plays, and I am the male number one. Huang Youhuan said that I have a lot of plays, and I am the male number one. The two of them fought over who was the male number one. Zheng Xuan said that the two of you don't fight, you are tied for the male number one. Of course, they don't really care who is the male number one and who is the male number two, the big deal is to play with Zheng Xuan. However, then again, although it was a joke, Huang Youhuan had some doubts in his heart: You said to shoot a story, no matter how long or short, you always have to express a meaning, so what does Zheng Xuan's story mean? He pondered in his heart, but he didn't come up with a result.

He was going to ask Zheng Xuan what he meant by this story, but after thinking about it, he still didn't ask. There are two reasons for this, one is that for the sake of self-esteem, even if it is just playing, he does not want to appear to be incomprehensible; Second, since Zheng Xuan became a rich man, although his friends are still good friends, the relationship between them has changed subtly, and they are not as casual as before, and they can say anything. In short, he began to get used to a cordial and restrained relationship with Zheng Xuan. Don't joke with him, don't ask anything of him, and don't ask him anything. Because he feels that after a person has made a fortune, there are always many things that are inconvenient to ask. In fact, there are some things that cannot be asked. For example, Zheng Xuan is a rich man, there is no doubt about it, but how much money does he have, which makes Huang Youhuan very curious. Compared with Zheng Xuan, he thinks he is a poor man. The poor are always more sensitive to money. Huang Youhuan guessed that he probably had tens of millions, because if he only had hundreds of thousands, it would be impossible for him to be so leisurely and generous. On the other hand, he won't have hundreds of millions, otherwise he will definitely not take care of their poor friends, who has ever seen such a big rich man still have affection? It's usually cold-hearted, unrecognizable fellows. His conjecture was not unreasonable, but it was certainly not the final answer. The final answer is only known to Zheng Xuan himself, but how could he possibly ask him? You can ask a poor man how much money he has, and he will be grateful to you, thinking that you care about him, afraid that he has no money to eat, and wants to help him. But if you ask a rich man how much money he has, that's a bit of a stretch. What do you want? Is it to borrow money or to make money and kill people? Huang Youhuan thought.

Zheng Xuan turned on the camera, looked up at the big willow tree, and said to them, I want to record the cicadas, no one speaks in this story, but there should be cicadas from beginning to end. After he finished recording the cicadas, they left the shop and went down to the river. Jung Hyun said that the story is like this, start filming right away, you can play freely in the process, and now it's time to fully show your acting talents. Such a story, Huang Youhuan thought, he didn't even understand the meaning, how do you say to play it?

He found a stone and sat down, took a bamboo stick, and sank the bottle into the river. It was always a little uncomfortable to sit like this, so he simply leaned forward, supported his cheeks with his hands, and stared at the river in front of him. Zheng Xuan looked at him and said that this is not good, you are too deep, like a thinker. You should relax, just like a normal fisherman. He changed his position, crossed his legs, and looked across the river, a small hill with a few farmhouses. Zheng Xuan didn't say anything, he took off his shoes, rolled up his trouser legs, and tentatively walked a few steps into the river, the water was not deep, and before it reached his knees, he turned around and slapped at Huang Youhuan. After a while, he beckoned to Xu Huaiyu, and the camera also turned around. Xu Huaiyu walked over leisurely, a few steps away from him, as if he suddenly noticed him, walked to his side and sat down, watching him stretch out the bamboo stick into the river. Huang Youhuan glanced at him, a little dissatisfied, as if he had been disturbed for no reason, he was unmoved, and Huang Youhuan ignored him. About two minutes later, Huang Youhuan dragged the bottle out of the river, bit off the lid, wiped the mouth of the bottle with the palm of his hand, and drank it. Halfway through the drink, he played a little and handed the wine bottle to Xu Huaiyu, who was staring at him with wide eyes, he shook his hand and refused. Huang Youhuan then drank the rest of the wine, put the empty wine bottle on the ground, stood up and patted his ass and left. Xu Huaiyu picked up the wine bottle on the ground, looked at it, sniffed it with his nose to the mouth of the bottle, and then threw the bottle into the river, he also stood up, patted his ass and left.

Zheng Xuan commented, it's not bad, it's not bad, especially the part where you hand him the wine bottle to drink, it's a bit creative, shoot it again. Huang Youhuan asked why he still wanted to shoot, Zheng Xuan said You don't understand, filming is like this, shoot it several times, and choose the best of them. Then shoot again. The wine was gone, and Huang Youhuan went back to the shop to buy it. He bought it and came back to find that Xu Huaiyu was gone. He asked Zheng Xuan, but Zheng Xuan did not answer.

The little boy was standing at the door of the shop watching them, and he asked Huang Youhuan, uncle, are you making a movie? Huang Youhuan said yes, I'm making a movie, my name is Jiang Wei, and it's Zhuge Liang over there. The little boy obviously didn't know who Jiang Wei and Zhuge Liang were, so he didn't react, and Huang Youhuan also felt that his words were a bit stupid. Uncle Jiang, the little boy called him, why don't you go to the village to shoot, there are many people in the village. Huang Youhuan said that our movies don't need many people, what about your parents? They went to work in the fields, and the little boy said, "Uncle Jiang, are there any bad guys in your movie?" He laughed, no, we are all good people in our movies. It's a romance movie, the little boy said. Well, well, it doesn't count, Huang Youhuan thought about how to explain it to him, but he couldn't think of it, even he didn't know what kind of story they filmed, how could he explain it to him. At this time, Zheng Xuan shouted to me by the river: What are you doing, hurry up. Coming, coming, he touched the little boy's face, a little sorry for not being able to tell him what movie he was making. He bought four bottles of beer in case Zheng Hyun wanted to shoot them a few more times.

Shot again. This time, only Huang Youhuan played by himself, he was terrified, he didn't always sit, but sat and stood, and put his hand on the pergola to look at the ship in the river. Without Xu Huaiyu, I don't know how to take a picture of the wine bottle after taking two sips of wine before handing it back to him. At this time, Zheng Xuan looked through the small screen on the camera, thought about it, and said, no, there is a lack of a sense of tranquility and serenity, and the movements should not be too much, come, shoot again like the first time.

Just as they were about to shoot for the third time, from the opposite direction of the way they came, two girls who seemed to have come from the city walked by, one wearing a skirt and the other wearing denim shorts, and the two of them were holding a parasol. Huang Youhuan saw that he was in good spirits, and shouted loudly: I said earlier, our film is short of women, if there is a woman, the effect will definitely be much better. Zheng Xuan said That's good, you call those two young ladies to come over and shoot too. Huang Youhuan immediately waved his hand at the two girls, hey, are you willing to come over and make a film? They stopped, looked at them, and the two of them seemed to be discussing something in a low voice, and continued on their way. Zheng Xuan said to Huang Youhuan with a gloomy face, you scared them away. Huang Youhuan's legs were trembling, but he still said that it was a pity, it would be nice if they came to shoot, and then eat and play together. Zheng Xuan said that maybe they also live in yurts, and maybe they can meet them again when they go back at night. Then he said get to work, it's getting late.

After filming for the third time, Huang Youhuan lay down on the grass and said, don't shoot, my head is dizzy. He poured three bottles of beer on an empty stomach, and he was indeed a little dizzy. Look at you, Zheng Xuan said, there is no professionalism at all, you think that being an actor is so easy, and you have to endure hardships. I said if you shoot ten times, I can't pour ten bottles of beer, then I have to get drunk. Zheng Xuan said okay, don't shoot, the light won't work, let's take a break and go to dinner.

Zheng Xuan and Huang Youhuan sat down on the grass next to them, they opened the remaining two bottles of beer, and one of them took one and drank it. When they talked about the filming just now, Huang Youhuan began to brag to himself, saying how his performance was in place, and he went straight to the Oscar for Best Actor. Zheng Xuan said don't give yourself courage. Zheng Xuan also said that the performances of both of you are barely reasonable, there is nothing to compare, if you want to say that it is good, it is better for me to be the screenwriter and director. Speaking of this, Huang Youhuan was a little cautious, and began to wonder what this story meant.

They chatted for a while about the shooting. Zheng Xuan drank half a bottle of wine, he was a little excited, and told him something else. He said that before he came back this time, he first went to the Doi Suthep Mountains to play and lived in an ancient town called Goziba. The air is crisp, the scenery is beautiful, and the surrounding mountains are undulating, with the Gia River, a tributary of the Mekong River, flowing through the town. There is also an ancient dam built in ancient times on the river, all of which are made of large stone slabs of blue and one color, called Gouzi Dam, from which the name of the town comes from.

Zheng Hyun lives in a fisherman's house. In the evening, after eating, Zheng Xuan hired a fishing boat and sat on it to go up the river to browse the scenery in the river. When the boat rowed to a river, Zheng Xuan saw a rectangular shelf built with bamboo poles close to the water, and several ospreys stood on each side of the shelf, motionless. Those ospreys had a pointed beak and a thin face, a gray body, and small eyes staring at the water in a daze, and each one looked so lonely. Zheng Xuan asked the fisherman why he didn't let the osprey go home at such a late hour. The fisherman said that ospreys are very fishy and cannot be kept at home, otherwise the family, including the neighbors, will be so fishy that they can only be tied to the river. Then these ospreys always stand on the river like this, Zheng Xuan asked again, is it like this all year round? The fisherman said yes, except for untying them when he caught them, and kept them on the river after catching them. The fisherman saw that Zheng Xuan seemed to be interested in the osprey, and then continued.

The meat of the osprey is too fishy to be eaten. There was once a person who did not believe in evil and ate the meat of an osprey, but as a result, his whole body was so fishy that he could not get rid of it for many days, and no one dared to approach it. Ospreys usually live for more than twenty years, but after the age of twenty, ospreys are too old to catch fish. At this time, people with good hearts still keep it and give it some small fish to eat. But most people bury it alive, because the meat can't be eaten, and it's useless to keep it.

Oh my God, Huang Youhuan thought, the fate of the osprey is really bitter. Whether it is a scorching summer or a bitter winter, this thing will always stand on the river, one stop is twenty years, but in the end it ends up being buried alive.

At night, it was raining outside, and Huang Youhuan couldn't sleep, listening to the sound of the ticking rain, thinking about the hard-working ospreys standing on the river in the dark.

Zheng Xuan finished talking about the hard-working osprey and said to Huang Youhuan, let's go, let's go to dinner. They stood up and walked back along the river, thinking about what a sumptuous peasant meal was waiting for us, and it was so pleasant. Huang Youhuan's head is still a little dizzy, and his steps are a little fluttery when he walks, but he feels very comfortable. He turned his head to see that the little boy was still standing at the door of the shop looking at them, and he waved goodbye to him. As the sun sets, the sky is a rosy color, a large area of the river is reflected red by the sunset, and an unmanned boat is tied to the shore, shaking with the river, making a cooing sound. A slightly damp river breeze blew in his face, as if it brought inspiration to his slightly drunken mind, and suddenly, he suddenly understood the meaning of Zheng Xuan's story. It's so simple and clear, and it's so profound...... Perhaps, this meaning is not what Zheng Xuan originally wanted to express, but just Huang Youhuan's understanding, but at this moment, this is completely irrelevant.