The shopkeeper recognized him and said, "It's Mr. Nan."
Nan Hanwen asked, "Has Mr. Qu been here?"
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "He was here, just left a while ago, and oh, he ordered something for you..." Nan Hanwen froze, and when he looked, he only saw the usual seat with a bowl of duck blood noodles soup.
Nan Hanwen stood dazed and lost, his eyes reddened, turned and stumbled out.
Qu Hanxiu stepped into the lake, his expression composed and unhurried.
[However, establishing new rituals is not so simple, as the old saying goes, without destruction, there can be no construction]
[How to destroy it? I, the old man, believe that there is nothing more convincing than rising above after the original rituals have ended, and for a thorough destruction, nothing is more direct than the fall of a character representing the past rituals]
