Somewhere where man-made figures weren't visible.
As a gentle breeze wafted through the air, carrying the soothing scent of water, the trees and leaves swayed rhythmically with the wind's chimes. The lake's current followed the direction of the breeze, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
"Hey, Lao Cui, any luck with the fishing today?" one of the old men in fishermen's suits asked.
"Of course, not. We are in the same spot. You haven't fished any yet right?"
The two old friends conversed leisurely, holding their fishing rods as they waited for any sign of a catch.
"You know, Lao Cui, I can't help but think it's your bad luck rubbing off on me. Otherwise, why haven't I caught anything either?" the other man joked.
Lao Cui was speechless and immediately retorted. "I think it's your original aura. It's because of you, your daughter hasn't been able to marry yet. I give you a chance."
