When the moon rises above the willow branches, the night is dark. The water ripples, pushing the boat on the river. At this time, Shen Chuchen and Jiang Yue were on a painting boat.
The storyteller on the boat was spitting, but Jiang Yue suddenly said to Shen Chuchen: "Little fool, I don't want to hear the content of the book. You can tell me about your world again. Otherwise, can you teach the dialect of your hometown?" Shen Chuchen said seriously: "Now is the time to listen to the book, stop gossiping. As for the dialect of my hometown... I guess you won't be able to learn it even if I teach you?"
"How do you know I can't learn it if you don't teach me."
"Teach me a few words and I'll learn."
"Okay, what do you want to learn?"
"Hello." "Hello..."
"Thank you." "Thanks..."
"Goodbye." "Bye..."
"I love you." "Ilove..." Shen Chuchen stopped talking, "Who do you want to learn to tell this to?"
"You." Jiang Yue blinked. Shen Chuchen said one word by mistake: "you..." He comforted himself that he was just translating the word "you" that Jiang Yue said, and Jiang Yue couldn't understand it anyway.
He would not admit that after Jiang Yue answered the word "you", his heart was touched, and he connected it with the previous sentence to form "Iloveyou". Jiang Yue just... Was probably just joking.
Intention: time travel