Under the moonlight on the Qingjiang River, a small boat was sailing lightly. Young Master Shou and Jizi sat across from each other, looking at each other speechlessly.
The night breeze was slightly cool, rolling up Shou's long flowing hair and green headband, entangled in the air, telling endless feelings of separation and sorrow.
Shou silently filled a glass of wine, held it up with both hands, and looked up to see Jizi's eyes full of sadness. He was so stunned that he didn't know how to speak. He didn't realize that the tears had quietly slipped down and fell into the wine glass, causing faint ripples, shattering the moonlight in the cup, and breaking Jizi's heart.
Jizi felt as if his heart had been stabbed by an awl, and he was in great pain. He quickly took the wine glass and drank it in one sip. He felt that the wine was bitter and sweet, with all five flavors.
Shou was so shocked that he knelt down and tried to take back the wine glass, but it was too late. He grabbed Jizi's hand holding the wine glass and sighed: "The wine has been stained by my tears, brother, why do you still drink it?"
Jizi held Shou's hands tightly with his backhand, and looked directly at Shou's handsome face with a pair of clear eyes: "Because the wine is filled with your deep love for me!"