On the top of the mountain, when I walked up, I saw that person and felt very strange. He wore white cloth shoes and black ancient clothing. There was a dragon embroidered on his clothes. His drooping bamboo hat was so low that it completely covered his face, making it difficult for me to see clearly.
Under the moonlight, the hands looked slender and white. They were clearly the hands of a woman. At this time, the slender fingers danced flexibly on the strings of the zither, and the melodious sound bounced up between the fingers and then floated around.
My arrival did not affect his mood. His fingers were still jumping, as if no one else was there.
Little Hei and Little Bai were already immersed in the beautiful music. Just like this, they stood quietly by the side and listened quietly.
