The April night was refreshing and scorching hot, and the fragrance of hyacinths floated and fell with the night wind. The moonlight was like a firefly, fluttering away, and among the sparks, there was only a longing figure, holding a bottle of water, the dim moonlight hit his face, his face was unclear: "Are you thirsty? I have water, come with me." The young man suddenly looked up, the light of the street lamp exceeded the moonlight, and gave his cheeks a ray of golden light. Unfortunately, the young man was dressed in black, showing a deserted feeling, not as gentle as his appearance. In the dark night, only the shadows of the moon, human figures and water were visible, all equally clean and light, as if they were talking to each other, as if they were studying and polishing. Only the young man's eyes were different, like fireflies, dispelling the gloom of the night, and like river water, containing the silence of the night. At one glance, Shui Yue's appearance was forgotten, and his mind was filled with eyes, layer by layer, reaching straight to the soul. There is no surging heartbeat like the waves, no shyness like love at first sight, and no majestic passion like fire. It is just like a deer calling in the heart, endless and pure, which evokes the heart palpitations of the deer. All encounters are destined, and all heartbeats are indescribable, cannot be explained by philosophical theories, and cannot be described by words. Such is the love between Lu Yu and Chu Shi.