Ancient Street, ancient bluestone road.
Ye Bei wore a spotlessly white robe, the girl stood on one side, and the two walked slowly.
The big sky was packed with stars, catkins flying in the wind.
On the street, many people carried red lanterns and laughed.
But when the tourists saw Ye Bei and the girl, they all looked sideways, but they didn't care about it.
"Sir, did you come to this ancient town to find someone?" The girl murmured.
"No." Ye Bei's voice was very soft.
The girl was puzzled, "The coachman and you seem to know each other, he said that."
"Some people are looking for someone, some people are waiting for someone, and some people are just watching the changes in this world quietly, just feeling that the thing is human." Ye Bei said, with a trace of vicissitudes in his voice.
"Then, sir, which kind do you belong to?" the girl asked.
Ye Bei, "Neither of them."
