lt;pgt;Tales of the

The old man rowing the boat at the stern was so absorbed in what he was hearing that he unconsciously followed Yi Shuyuan's finger, of course, he didn't see anything special like a peach tree.,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.,The small boat suddenly collided with something. Yi Shuyuan was caught off guard and didn't even have time to react. With a cry of "Ah!", he fell into the river amidst the old man at the stern's cries of alarm.。