During the heavy rain, the boats were undulating violently on the river. Wang Yue'an stood in front of the window, feeling a slight pain from the rain hitting his face. But the bamboo raft outside the window seemed to be swimming back and forth among the waves like a fish in water. Bu Ming held up the bamboo hat on his head and stretched the pole several meters away.
Wang Yue'an held the seal in his hand: "Are you leaving now?"
Bu Ming laughed: "I've had enough fun, I've earned enough, if I don't leave now, when will I wait? There's nothing you can do if you hold the seal, I can't beat you anyway!"
Wang Yue'an smiled slightly: "I won't send it away."
As he spoke, the bamboo raft had already disappeared into the distance like a piece of paper, a leaf, and a dot disappearing before his eyes. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, but according to Bu Ming's temperament, the possibility of seeing each other again is actually slim. Wang Yue'an shook the seal in his hand. The thing he had been chasing so hard before was in his hand, heavy but erratic. Although it's of no use anymore, just keep it as a souvenir. It's better than nothing.