"I'll tell you a story," Song Yun cleared his throat with two coughs and said. "Gongye Chang, Gongye Chang, atop the southern mountain a deer lay slain, you have the meat while I have the entrails."
"Then what?" Long Tiantian widened her eyes at Song Yun and said, "That's it?"
"Of course, what were you expecting?" Song Yun gave her a glance and said. "Let me explain the meaning behind this: Once upon a time in ancient days, there was a man named Gongye Chang, a rather remarkable person, who understood the language of birds since he was young."
"One day, as he was preparing to procreate at home, suddenly a bird flew in from outside and called out to him, 'Gongye Chang, Gongye Chang, atop the southern mountain a deer lies slain, you take it and have the meat, and I'll have the entrails.'"
