An unprecedented and massive group wedding thus came to an end. On the way back, the grooms were holding hands with their brides, brimming with passion. Seeing them walk off in such a hurry, I felt an inexplicable sadness—when on earth will this Young City Lord finally grow up?
As the saying goes, it is not the wine that intoxicates a man, but the man who intoxicates himself; using wine to drown sorrows only deepens them. Those two maidservants of mine were also completely engrossed in the festivities, completely forgetting all about their Young City Lord. Left with no choice, I could only carry my little flask of wine, walk back silently to the City Lord's Mansion, and sit high upon the terrace. Gazing out into the distant sky, I felt truly lonely and cold. Casually drawing out my flute, I played a sorrowful love song, hoping to vent some of my pent-up gloom.
Yet as I played, a voice came from beside me: "Teacher, when I grow up, I'll marry you, okay? You're the person who treats me the best, so I've decided to marry you when I grow up." Feeling about eight parts drunk, I initially wanted to give a casual assent. But recognizing how familiar the voice sounded, I turned my head to look and instantly sobered up.
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