Gu Xijiu watched Long Siye fishing to kill her boredom. Lush trees shaded the lake, and the air was full of grass and wooden scents.
Long Siye occasionally looked at her while he caught fishes for her meal. She seemed to be playing with stones all the while. Gu Xijiu threw a dozen stones in her hand into the pond; the pebbles were colorful and formed numerous bright arcs in her hands under the sunlight. It was a lovely scene to see.
Long Siye's heart moved! He seemed to have experienced the same situation before. He blurted out, "Xijiu, have we ever been like this?"
The remaining stones in Gu Xijiu's hands fell. She smiled and said, "Sometimes, you may feel a sense of familiarity with certain situations. In fact, it is just an illusion," she looked up into his bucket and said. "Wow, you have caught three fishes! I can go and cook them now. You don't have to fish anymore; it will be a waste."