It’s going to rain.


    ... He finally couldn''t see the stars of Fengling tonight.


    The night is thick, and the rain drifts down.


    Qing Jingjun loves to watch the rain and drink alcohol. So, after ending the night talk with Guangfujun, he returned to the floating temple with an umbrella, but he saw a figure leaning against the pillar.


    He sighed and walked slowly.


    When the person heard the footsteps, he opened his tired eyes and shook his empty jug. He chuckled: "...Master, do you still have wine here?"