In a teahouse, the fragrance of tea filled the air and the sound of the piano lingered. "Monk, monk, the sun has gone down, let's go out and play!" A certain woman floated over, and the man who was drinking tea paused for a moment. "If you call me monk again, I will lock you up." "No, I know you are wrong." A certain woman pointed her fingers aside, and the man looked at the woman helplessly, "'Okay, let's go.'"