Thinking and thinking, the memories in his mind welled up like someone twisting open a tap, pouring forth experiences that weren't his own.,Now even the stable boy who fed the horses is gone, leaving only Xiao Quan and the dog in the kitchen.,Under the moon, a slender maiden hid behind a nearby tree of longing, hearing Xiao Quan's poem. Her heart stirred, drunk in the quiet beauty of its imagery.。