In the sky, a giant white cloud is slowly sailing.
Zhang Bin and the three stooges sit cross-legged on the cloud, greedily admiring the scenery below.
It's winter now.
In many places, snow is falling, heavy and plentiful, enveloping heaven and earth.
It looks like a dream.
The earth also turns a silvery white.
Qingshan is covered with snow; from above, you can hardly see Qingshan's green waters.
Only snow like cotton blankets.
"It's so beautiful, truly captivating."
"We are like immortals, enjoying such a view. It's fantastic."
"Pretty it may be, but the weather's gotten too cold; the beauties wear more clothes and can't show off their figures."
The three stooges shouted excitedly, and in the end, Ma Rufei succeeded in shifting the topic to beauties.
This has become their habit, the last speaker will inevitably link the topic to beauties.
That's called never straying from the subject.
