The three brothers were eating river fish and drinking wine, swaying all the way back to Hangzhou.
When they arrived in Hangzhou, it was already evening, but the dock was still bustling with countless laborers moving goods back and forth.
Yang Ge and Yang Tiansheng, holding an oil-paper umbrella, jumped onto the dock one after the other, and Li Jincheng was about to follow them with his robe's hem lifted but was stopped by Yang Ge on the shore, "You just go back directly. Don't enter the city."
Li Jincheng glanced at the dim sky and said in frustration, "Not even giving me dinner?"
Yang Ge didn't say much else, just grabbed Yang Tiansheng, turned around, waved his hand without turning back, and said, "We'll meet again."
Yang Tiansheng, "We'll meet again."
Li Jincheng watched the brothers' departing figures with frustration, clasping his hands in front of him, "I'll be waiting for your letter!"
Yang Ge, "Can't you hope for something good for me?"
