"Hey, Lin Li, let me quiz you. In Su Shi's 'Song of Jiangchengzi: Hunting in Mizhou,' what does 'yellow' mean in the line 'Old man, in a youthful madness, I clutch yellow to the left, gripping blue to the right, donning brocade cap and sable fur, leading a thousand riders over flat hills'?"
"A. A yellow dog."
"B. A bronze sword."
"C. A daring spirit like storming Huanglong."
"D. Su Shi's friend, Huang Tingjian."
As they walked shoulder to shoulder towards the school gate on a Friday afternoon, Qin Zeyu looked at Lin Li and asked.
"This question is a bit tricky,"
Lin Li frowned slightly at the question, rubbing his chin, but that moment only lasted for a second. In the next moment, he met Qin Zeyu's eyes with a cold stare, a hint of knowing disdain flickering in his eyes:
"The tricky part is that you... didn't even provide the correct answer in the options!!!"
"What——" Qin Zeyu elongated his voice dramatically: "Then tell me, what's the answer!"
