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Chapter VIII
The last time we saw Liu Yong, he was buying a boat to go south from Bianjing. In the desolate ancient ferry, several Wu Peng boats were lazily moored under the stone embankment. A barefoot boatman in a hat is packing cables and moving ballast stones.
In his busy schedule, he suddenly heard a burst of women's tears, as thin as rain beads after autumn, dripping residual lotus.
A few lines of surprised expression flashed across the boatman's face, and he turned to look at Mao Ting hidden in a few weeping willows. Following his line of sight, we can clearly see that there is grass on the top of the pavilion, because there has just been a heavy rain, and the thatch is wet, and now there are drops of water falling. The jujube pillar is painted with red multi-tones, and there is a cynical poem written by a fallen scholar.
There are three people in the pavilion, besides Liu Yong and Bug Niang, there is also a clever and delicate little girl, obviously brought by Bug Niang. In Qin Shilou, we didn't have a chance to study Liu Yong's Worm carefully. Now, she has become a rainy apricot flower, more lovely. It is clearly written in Lin Yuling that they "hold hands and look at each other with tears, but they are speechless", so it is really difficult to properly depict the lingering life and death between lovers in this "farewell" drama without dialogue. Maybe people at that time didn't know what madness was, especially. ...