"'Aqing, Aqing, a grapevine..."
"Brother, your name is... Aqing, you... Are a grapevine."
My brother was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly, but he was so cute.
"Well, okay, I'm the vine, what about you? Are you a snail?"
"Me? I'm not a snail, I'm... A star, accompanying you and illuminating you."
The feelings that had been hidden for a long time finally came out at this moment. However, Xia Qing's dream is that if she likes a boy, she can't...
Xia Xinghe: Brother, I like you.
Look, it really looks like a star.
Intention: After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.