The Oomuro Mountain, in a matcha-pudding shape, had a depression at the crater's top as if someone had just scooped out a piece with a spoon.
As everyone walked through the red torii gates on the footpath, there was a mystical ambiance.
"It's like the movie 'Your Name,'" Gege said.
"You're still watching that old animation?" Liu Zijun, who was riding on Gu Ran's back, said.
"I also watch 'Dream of the Red Mansion'," Gege replied disdainfully. "Do you know what a classic is?"
"I read 'Poetry' 'Books'!"
"Whoa, you even know about the Six Classics, huh? Can you name all six books? Say them, and I'll carry you for a hundred meters!"
"Come on!" Gu Ran cheered Liu Zijun on.
Liu Zijun began to whistle.
"You don't even know the Six Classics?" Gu Ran was astounded.
"'Poetry, Books, Etiquette, Changes, Spring and Autumn,' that's only five. I can't remember the sixth one."
"Music!" Gege burst into laughter; her "le" sound clearly echoed.
