On the green mountainside, Gong Weiyu drew a lottery ticket, while Yi Xuan, who had never had good luck, only drew a winning lottery ticket. The loving young man comforted the lonely girl: "I will give you part of my good luck, and you will not win the lottery, at least you will win the lottery."
The girl looked at the high sky and said quietly: "I have no interest in a future without suspense."