The two of them remained silent for a moment as the river drifted leisurely by. A distant song floated across the water, brushing past their ears and drifting over the green hills in the distance.
Before long, fine, thread-like rain began to fall from the sky, tapping against the bamboo strips of the covered boat with a soft, pattering sound.
The boatman picked up a straw raincoat and draped it over his shoulders. The singing grew a little softer, turning into a slow, leisurely hum.
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