"I cast my gaze toward the moon, yet the moon shines on the gutter... Oh God."
With such heartfelt words, obviously it wouldn't be Fatty Zhang or the rest who would recite it. Tai Yinzi stood at the iron window and lovingly recited the poem.
"Hi... Brother Zhou, what's the master doing?" Fatty Zhang lightly patted Zhou Xiaokun's shoulder and curiously asked.
"He's reciting a poem." Zhou Xiaokun also softly followed, "I cast my gaze toward the moon, yet the moon shines on the gutter. What a pity!"
"I know it's a poem, but what does it really mean?"
Zhou Xiaokun shrugged, "I like you, but you don't like me. Plus his wife died, so… maybe he is thinking of his daughter."
"Well! Why doesn't he speak frankly!"
Fatty Zhang rolled his eyes at Zhou Xiaokun. Then he put on a pleasing smile and approached Tai Yinzi, "Master!"
"Don't call me master. I cannot accept any disciples unless my master agrees!"
