"Does this pavilion have a name?" Wen Xuchu suddenly asked.
"This is a wooden pagoda..." Ouyang Qing's tone was a little different from usual because he was drunk, a little less clear and a little more tender than usual, "I haven't given it a name."
"There is a pavilion with wings over the spring, which is the Drunkard Pavilion." This sentence came to Wen Xuchu's mind for no reason.
Such a good-looking person in front of him actually called himself a drunkard. Ouyang Qing smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised just right, and extremely sweet: "This is Ta La, and we are not drunkards. A drunkard is a drunken old man."
"I don't care." Wen Xuchu turned around and looked into his clear eyes, "The drunkard's intention is not with the wine, but with you."
Intention: To be determined