Yanjing, crossing the ferry together.
Starting from noon, a chill lightly invaded Yanjing, with continuous drizzle, erosive and soul-stirring. Aside from one or two fishing enthusiasts clad in rain gear stubbornly persisting by the long embankment, only the fluttering willow trees stood by watching the river.
Often, during scorching rainy days, fishermen and fishing enthusiasts would unanimously gather at the most famous tavern of the crossing, 'Tingyun Hall', order a few snacks and enjoy a jug of 'Spring Daze'.
The wine isn't strong; even children wouldn't get drunk, but it's said the owner added silver flower essence while brewing. Upon recalling the past while drinking, one would feel hazy and drowsy like in spring, earning the claim that the wine doesn't intoxicate, but people drunken themselves.
However, the passing fishermen and enthusiasts, upon seeing several people dressed in blue standing at the entrance of Tingyun Hall, dared not linger and hurriedly left.
