C149 Ren Pingsheng

The night had become pitch black. The wind had died down.

The night was silent. In such a night, there were two things best suited to do — drink and travel. In the dead of night, the people drank the lonely wine, the lonely wine, the helpless wine. Those who drank the wine drank not only the wine, but also the sorrow of those who drank in the dead of night.

Similarly, in such a night