Night.
If you go down to the river, the boat is moving slowly, and a black shadow reluctantly jumps off the deck and falls into the water.
Inside the boat, with the warm fragrance and warm jade, the young man in white is lying on the soft couch on his side, leisurely and comfortable, exhaling like orchid, "Idiot."
On the shore, a dripping back looked lonely and desolate. He looked at the painting boat in the distance and felt sad. He swore a solemn oath, "I will never gamble again!"