Senior Brother Mu Yuanzhi said that if the peach blossoms bloomed well this year, he would ask Wuduan to brew wine with them. Once the wine was ready, he would find a clear, moonlit night and go with him to the bamboo grove behind the mountain. They would listen to the wind rustling through the bamboo leaves by their ears, drink the peach blossom wine, and get drunk together just once.
Shao Wuduan remembered. He remembered for many years.
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