Strong Brother by the Window
The afternoon sun slanted through the willows of West Lake, and Old Lin leaned against the stone railing of the Broken Bridge, a copper coin spinning rapidly between his fingers.
Suddenly, ripples spread across the water's surface. A figure in colorful robes swept past the willow branches and landed on the bridgehead, the colorful peacock feathers on its headdress still trembling.
Where are they?
The eldest brother rubbed his hands together and looked around, like a cat that had caught a whiff of fish.
Old Lin gestured with his chin.
Ten steps away, at the window of a teahouse, a man in white was pouring tea.
"The key is by the window."
Old Lin lowered his voice.
"They are very strong."
The eldest brother's eyes lit up, and his colorful sleeves unfurled with a whoosh.
"Watch me! I'm going to recruit him into the gang!"
Before the words were even finished, the person had already darted away, leaving only three copper coins still dangling on the bridge railing.
"Bang!"
The carved window of the teahouse suddenly shattered.
Without even looking up from the window, he casually tossed the teacup behind him, blocking the boss's palm as it slapped him down.
Immediately, the eldest son flew out, hit his head on a wooden pillar, and was soothed to sleep.
The tea swirled dramatically around the rim of the bowl without spilling a single drop.
"Good tea deserves... a good opponent."
As dusk painted the spire of Leifeng Pagoda red, Lao Qing's myriad-manipulation umbrella finally knocked down the jade hairpin that was tied up by the window.
The moment his white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the tip of the pen froze half an inch from his throat.
The two smiled at each other, and the copper bells on the eaves rang in the evening breeze.
"You flatter me."
The gesture of gathering her hair by the window was unique, like gathering a handful of unseen snow.
"Setting off tomorrow?"
"Yes."
On the return journey on the pleasure boat, I sat alone by the window at the bow.
The eldest brother lay sprawled in the cabin, grimacing as Xi Jiang bandaged his wrist, when suddenly a melody of a zither entered his ears.
The melody was initially cold and frosty, but gradually revealed a touch of the gentle warmth of the misty rain of Jiangnan, as if the ten scenic spots of West Lake had been crushed and scattered on the strings.
Suddenly, Zui Qingfeng placed his pipe across the boss's face.
The eldest brother looked towards the window and saw a willow leaf resting on his shoulder. His white hair, reflecting the moonlight, appeared even more radiant than his clothes during the day.
Upon closer inspection, a small cinnabar mole was hidden behind the person's ear, trembling slightly with the sound of the zither, like a red plum blossom suddenly blooming in the snow.
He tilted his head slightly upward to look at the moon, with a cool and aloof expression.
It makes you feel pretentious, ridiculously pretentious, and extremely pretentious.
"You've struck gold?" Zui Qingfeng laughed, exhaling smoke rings.
The eldest brother gazed at the shattered moonlight on the water's surface.
"They are indeed very strong."
From the stern came the noisy commotion of frying fish and Gou Dan fighting over osmanthus cake, mixed with the sounds of Lao Qing and Chen Ze placing chess pieces, and the gentle tinkling of Xi Jiang pounding medicine.
The music had somehow blended into the lake, like ink seeping into the heart of a lake, making them indistinguishable from each other.
The painted boat sailed past the Three Pools Mirroring the Moon, startling several egrets into flight.
The eldest brother suddenly started singing a little song, his colorful headgear looking like a revolving lantern under the moonlight.
At this moment, the moon over West Lake is exceptionally round.
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