Zhui Ming looked into the distance, and when he crossed the stream in front of him, Biemeng Villa was right in front of the bamboo forest. The light golden sunlight shines on the sparkling stream surface, and the willow branches hang down and sway slightly. The rippling surface of the stream is like medicinal gold spilled all over the river. Zhui Ming couldn't help humming a line from the opera in his memory - what did he remember?
Perhaps the sparkling water reminded him of a girl he had met by the well.
Slightly sad eyes, slightly drunken dimples.
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