While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.,The faint sound of silk and bamboo music coming from within signaled that it was time to begin.,In Zhao Fuyun's understanding, Xu YaJun was a self-assured and arrogant person. If someone else performed, she would never be content to play second fiddle.。