That summer, that beautiful Lake Bourbon,
The story of a ferryman and an official lady.
We know because of crying, talk because of hobbies, pursue because of curiosity, and give up because of secrets.
The dense red thread of fate is woven, entangled and entangled, and the daughter is thin-faced and tries every possible means, hoping to weave a pair of mandarin ducks.
He is calm and calm, she is lively and naughty. The huge shadow in his heart, the bright sunshine in her heart.
Love without words is sad.
He said: "You are generous, why do you want me to be your master?"
She said: "Because you are the funniest and the best-looking."
So, the story begins like this. Like a shallow wave before a whirlpool, it advances layer by layer.