The weather had been cloudy for some time, and at some unnoticeable moment, the sun completely disappeared. Just as Zhou Wang chuckled and leaned back in his deck chair, the soft "drip-drip" of rain began to fall on the Jing-Hang Grand Canal.
Enjoying the sudden cool breeze from the river, Zhou Wang took a sip of cold beer. He watched the city through the veil of rain, its hazy appearance adding a unique charm. With his head resting against the back of the chair, he sighed and said,
"Spring water is clearer than the sky, listen to the rain on a painted boat... No wonder ancient poets loved to write about Jiangnan. I finally get a glimpse of a cultured person's mindset."
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After waiting out the rain for a while and being delayed by a certain matter, it was already past 7 p.m. when Zhou Wang and Jiang Qingkui got back into the Rolls-Royce Phantom to head home.
