Mo Hua heard this and couldn't help but look at Old Yu with a bit more respect.
Everyone lives their life, each with their own Dao.
Even some unremarkable individuals will have unique experiences or insights.
Mo Hua asked again, "Uncle Yu, have you seen the Rouge Boat with your own eyes?"
Old Yu solemnly nodded, "I've seen it a few times..."
"Those few times, I went down to the river to fish, worked too late, just finished collecting the nets, hadn't rested yet, checked the time, and it was already past 1 a.m..."
"At this time, a thick fog would suddenly rise over the river, everything was hazy and indistinct, and after a while, red and green lights would appear, a fleet of Flower Boats would come sailing from upstream, with curtains and colorful lights, incredibly luxurious, and with the laughter of men and women echoing, captivating people's hearts..."
"Across the riverbank, you can smell the strong scent of rouge, so it's called 'Rouge Boat'."
