In the morning, there is thin fog, light rain, and apricots. The Jiangnan tavern was filled with people drinking and drinking. A man in a green shirt put away his folding fan with a "swish" sound, as if he was drunk. He rolled up his green-sleeved shirt with his hands, stepped on a square wooden stool, and clicked the tip of the fan randomly, but accidentally stopped the spitting storyteller. "Your story is not one ten thousandth as good as my own!"
Intention: to do good