He would smile while buying candied hawthorn sticks, and watch ripples form as he fished.
He watched two children play, then played a zither, his zither sounds melodious and gentle, not as aggressive as a sword. Murong Qiushui said whatever tone he played could be expanded into a whole piece of music. He was skilled in delicate brush paintings, then folded the painting into boats and let them drift downstream.
The boats dispersed in the water flow, but the ink on the paper blurred, and instead of diminishing the painting's divine charm, it added a feeling as ephemeral as misty clouds. Back then, many scholars would squat downstream, reaching out to catch the boats for the paintings, a beautiful scene in Jiangnan's Tao.
Murong Qiushui stood before the courtyard for a long time before slowly walking in.
