The large ship named Anlan cruised steadily on the river, with more than twenty porters on the riverbank shouting Chujiang chants, pulling the reins to drag Anlan forward.
Chen Ji had just finished wiping the deck with a boatman and was now resting against the deck.
In his sleep, he vaguely heard a majestic voice coming from the sky, like countless children reading aloud in a classroom, floating down from the heavens, grand and clear.
This voice seemed to pull him back to the classroom of his first year, joining classmates in loudly reading the textbook: "Reflecting on the vastness of heaven and earth, alone with anger and tears falling."
Chen Ji suddenly opened his eyes, turning his head to survey his surroundings.
But the boatmen around him were all dozing off, and the voice seemed to be heard only by him.
Chen Ji lowered his head and asked his chest, "Did you hear any sounds from heaven just now?"
Wu Yun, hidden beneath his collar, meowed softly, "No."
