Copywriting:
The sunset that day was beautiful, with few clouds in the rain-washed sky, so the golden sunlight seemed to pour out from the large blue mirror, illuminating the entire room instantly. Wei Qian was a little dazed, thinking that the grand scene that could be seen everywhere in Dali at that time seemed to have been seen for a long time. It wasn't until he heard the footsteps behind him that he held down the scaled carp again, picked up the kitchen knife, and without looking back, he just said in a relaxed tone: "Make it the pickled fish you like."
Haven't heard a response for a long time...
Behind him, Xu Muzhi was wrapped in a loose white nightgown and was leaning against the glass door with his eyes lowered. His washed hair seemed to have not been wiped and was dripping wet, hitting his chest bit by bit on the honey-colored skin stained by the light. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in the backlight, and said slowly: "Let's stop here."