Nansheng is an orphan picked up by his master, and he and his master depend on each other for life. One day, Aying was seriously injured and was sent to the mountains. His regular life was disrupted and he was involved in an incident that was the aftermath of an old incident.
The first part is from Nansheng's perspective, and the second part is from Aying's perspective.
Aying brought the white and tender water chestnut meat to my mouth. This action gave me a strange feeling. He looked at me, his eyes reflected the waves and the stars twinkled; some afterglow fell on his cheeks, a deep drunken red. People here in Qiantang all have fair skin tones, but even so, Aying's skin tone is still outstandingly clear. Looking at the smile on his face, he said, "You can eat it yourself, it's too troublesome."
"Try it."
I raised my hand to take the water chestnut meat from my mouth and put it into my mouth. There was a refreshing fragrance.
"It doesn't taste good, you better eat it yourself."
He seemed a little disappointed. But I didn't rush to drink the sweet-scented osmanthus mash, but let the taste in my mouth slowly dissipate. The people here live a really elegant life.
The pain overlapped my body in waves, and the scene on Qingming Mountain passed through my mind like a revolving lantern. He pulled back the coarse cloth to reveal a black flute; we sat at a low table in the shade of a locust tree and he asked the waiter to bring me another bowl of wontons; his hands gently slid across my scalp and tied my hair up high; he walked out of the water, and the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and shone on his firm skin, glowing with luster and making people feel hot all over. He looked back so many times, smiled so many times, and called me "Aying" and "Aying" in a low voice so many times.