A Gui still remembered what Shen Qi looked like the first time they met. It was spring two years ago, and the weather was just like this: overcast, with rain threatening. The peach blossoms were nearly gone, and the apricot blossoms had just begun to bloom. The air was heavy with floral fragrance and moisture, damp and slightly muggy. As dusk settled, there were few customers. He was idly wiping a table when someone suddenly walked in from outside. At first glance, the newcomer seemed like a young man, but then he appeared not quite so young. Yet when he sat down at a table and A Gui stepped closer to look, it turned out he was still very young, no more than twenty-three or twenty-four. He wore an old, off-white robe, loose and casual. His slender eyes held a faint smile and gleamed softly, and there was an indescribable gentleness and grace in the way he looked at people. The young man sat down slowly, coughing as he did, and said just one word: "Wine." Then he added, "The best you have." His voice was soft, with a genuine Jiangnan accent. A Gui promptly brought him the finest wine in the shop, a jar of Taibai's Tipsy. The young man kept coughing gently. After a long bout, he took a sip, looking as though he would rather die than leave a drop of the jar unfinished...
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Very good article! I've seen it before on the martial arts version! ! !