Short Story: You Buried Your Bones in the Mud Under the Spring, but I Sent Them to the World with My Head Covered with Snow.

Last night, I suddenly heard that Mr. Li had returned. I smiled and poured three glasses of Fusheng. I recall the snow falling across the blue lake, but in my dream my clothes were all wet? Drink together, complain together, bet together. "He who knows me is at peace." "I wish the general victory and his triumphant return." "I bought Fu Sheng Zui and we will drink together when the general returns." "Brother Li, walk slower." "Okay." You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. Conception: