On a stormy night, he ate a grilled fish at a small shop by the Jialing River and drank a glass of spicy white wine. The burning alcohol slid into the throat, but there was no pain. There was only a feeling of reluctance and a longing that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. The longer it brewed, the longer it became.
I wish I would never wake up from my intoxication.
In such a beautiful place, in such a peaceful atmosphere, there seems to be no reason for what to say, what to do, or who to fall in love with.
Although I don't know if it is true or false.
Neither he nor he knew.
He once thought that he would meet a woman here and end his wandering.