Zong Yi didn't believe it: "Sister, sister, sister, is that really so?"
"Every survey has its biases, but the Song Dynasty is indeed a common answer," Meng Xin Zhi offered a fairly judicious response.
"But why is that?" Zong Yi didn't understand, "Even if we don't consider whether or not there are many handsome men, when we talk about a golden age, wouldn't we think of the Tang Dynasty?"
"Because the Northern Song Dynasty had no curfew."
"Because the nightlife was rich."
Two voices, one male and one female, spoke up at the same time.
It was Meng Xin Zhi who said, [no curfew].
It was Nie Guangyi who talked about [nightlife].
Though differently phrased, their messages were nearly in chorus.
As soon as their words fell, the owners of these two voices looked at each other.
A pair of surprised eyes met another pair even more surprised.
The more surprised pair belonged to Nie Guangyi.
He was surprised out of coincidence that he had "collided" with Meng Xin Zhi's joke.