One day, Ah Qing got drunk and clamored for Yi Ge to sing a ditty. Yi Ge frowned and said helplessly, "I can't..."
"Liar! If you don't sing, I will sing... Flowers in the dust, jade is slightly flawless; the world is so big, who cares? The wind blows the sand, and it cannot be detected..."
After a while, the person on the shoulder muttered: "I thought you would say that my singing is ugly. I know that my mother can't sing well... Bad people... Bad people who love Wujiwu..." As he spoke, he patted his shoulder randomly.
Yi Ge said helplessly: "It's just admiration... You are different..." The complaints gradually faded away, and the person on his back fell asleep. The moon is as cold as water, and the road ahead is long.