He went to fetch a glass. I stretched my hand over the railing, holding the bottle to pour him a drink. He lowered his head and kept staring. I dont know if he was looking at the wine or something else. But I noticed that there were calluses on several parts of his fingers, and there were still wet ink marks on his wrist. Suddenly, I felt that such a man was actually a bit lovable.

  He took a sip of wine and his eyebrows relaxed slightly.

  "Is it good?"

  "Its extremely delicious."

  I was a bit excited and said: "This is personally brewed by my mother, exclusively supplied, no other branches."

  A hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes as he said, "No wonder, thank you."

  I think hes really a man who makes people feel very comfortable.

  He quickly finished half a cup, and I refilled both his and my own cups. We leaned against the railing like this, slowly sipping our drinks. Clouds floated across the sky, hiding the sun, and it became overcast. The wind continued to blow gently.

  "Did you come with your friends?"

  "No, alone."

  He looked slightly surprised, probably rarely seeing a girl traveling alone.

  Then he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and rubbed his fingers on the cup a few times, looking at the water surface, saying: "Since you are a person, dinner is always to be eaten, right? Would you mind... we sit at the same table? We can continue chatting."

  My heart just lightly thumped against my chest.

  Its not that Ive never been hit on by men before, but they were all weirdos. Although I only spent half an hour with him.

  I also looked at the water and said, "Okay."

  He smiled. I have to say, his head-bowed smile was really moving, like the wind blowing through a lush green bamboo forest, upright and clear. And I actually felt my face getting a little hot, so I had to turn my head and pretend to be looking at the scenery, pretending to be a mature and calm woman in this situation.

  However, I saw a faint light in his eyes. This made me feel that he was not a man who often flirted with women either. My intuition told me so.

  "Lets meet at the restaurant entrance at five thirty," he said.

  I felt my heart tremble slightly and replied: "Okay."

  "I still dont know your name."

  I looked into his eyes: "Ill tell you when we meet again."

  ——

  I spent half a day in front of the mirror, and finally chose a light yellow dress to change into. I kept thinking about every detail of our interaction earlier, every word he said. Even involuntarily rehearsing in my mind what I would say when I see him tonight.

  My name is Tan Jiao, with "Tan" being the character for speech and "Jiao" meaning bright moonlight.

  What do you do? Dont say anything yet, let me guess if Im right or not.

  And Im a web writer. Have you heard of this profession? However, were not familiar with each other yet, so I wont tell you my pen name.

  ……

  This is the first time Ive had such feelings for a man.

  As I waited, time on the boat suddenly became slow and boring, so I decided to go for a walk around.

  The sky was still overcast, but the scenery on both banks was as beautiful as a painting. Occasionally, there were guests stopping to take photos on the corridor, and the neatly dressed waiters nodded and smiled at me. My footsteps were very light, I took a few landscape photos on the deck, and then swayed into the restaurant.

  The cocktail party had already ended, and there were still some guests lingering around, chatting and taking photos in twos and threes. I found a quiet corner with no one around and sat down.

  When Im bored, I like to observe the people around me. This is probably a habit of writers. For example, right in front of me, theres a young couple who appear to be newlyweds. Theyre holding hands with their fingers intertwined, and both are wearing matching diamond rings on their ring fingers. The womans dress and shoes look brand new. Although I cant see their faces clearly, I can tell that the man is dominant in this relationship. Whether its the mans calm smile or the womans dependent gaze, they both reveal their relationship dynamics to some extent.