“Young man, you’re quite solid! Your voice sounds really good. What do you do for a living”,The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.,In the moment he fell into the river, Yi Shuyuan seemed to see something hit the boat. It looked like... a large expanse of... ice。