While strolling along the riverside, they passed by the drink vending machine that Jiang He had slapped—a memory that made Xu Qing hesitate and ultimately decide not to buy a cola.
That one time he bought water and got stuck with three bottles had left an indelible shadow on him.
The river flowed endlessly, wave upon wave pushing onwards, the new wave overtaking the old, which then became the new wave; standing on the shore and looking at the distant scenery naturally filled one with a sense of broad-mindedness.
"Why didn't you bring a fishing rod?" Jiang He had an interest in fishing.
"I didn't plan on coming here when I left home. It's just where I ended up while walking."
As Xu Qing spoke, he picked up a stone from the ground and, with a heave of his shoulder, threw it with all his might. Watching it spin and bounce across the surface of the water and fly far away, he was satisfied and clapped his hands before turning around and saying, "I've gotten a lot stronger."
