Chen Zixu was sitting in the canopy of the boat, panting slightly, with a trace of sweat still remaining on his forehead. The boat was shaking slightly, and the flame of the oil lamp was also beating gently.
He walked out of the dock holding a lantern. The goose feather snow swirled down all over the sky and disappeared into the dark lake. The lakeshore had disappeared without a trace. Chen Zixu's cloak was already covered with a thin layer of snow, and millions of snowflakes were lit up in an instant by the oil lamp in his hand.
He looked up to the sky and smiled, his voice arrogant and arrogant above all things resounded throughout Dongting Lake, "I traveled against the wind and snow in Dongting, and I drank alone while I was in my arms; I was tied to one person in the sea, my face was unhappy and my life was gone; I have no rules in my old age, but I am lucky to have a beautiful woman to control it."
Chen Zixu turned to look at the stern of the boat. One person held the bamboo grass and looked at him. It was unclear whether the man's head had turned white due to snowfall or the years.
Across the boat canopy, they tacitly thought of each other's decades of wind, frost, rain, snow, swords, grievances, and grudges, all of which seemed to have been washed away by the endless goose feathers.
The two looked at each other and smiled brightly.