He drank one cup after another that night until he was so drunk that he looked out the window at the lights and pavilions. He vaguely seemed to see Liansheng standing on the river bank and smiling at him. He reached out to touch her face, but in vain.
He later drew a lot of pictures for her, with various expressions, including laughing ones, frowning ones, silly ones, and coquettish ones. He thought about it and realized that indeed he had never told her that my lotus was really beautiful.
And he really will never see his Liansheng again.
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