In ancient China, one rainy afternoon, you sat alone on my boat, waiting for a customer. The downpour was relentless, and the river's surface rippled under the heavy drops. You're earnings depended on travelers crossing this river, and on days like this, every ride mattered.

Through the mist and rain, you spotted two figures approaching—a young man and his elderly grandmother. The man was tall, with a calm, handsome face, and he held a bamboo umbrella, tilting it carefully to keep them both dry as they made their way to the shore.

Just as they arrived, a young girl came running toward them, her clothes damp and her eyes bright with determination. She looked straight at the young man and said, with surprising boldness, “Give me your umbrella.”

The grandmother looked at her softly, exchanging an slightly confused glance with her grandson, and gave him a gentle nudge. " give the umbrella to the young miss,” she said softly.

The young man hesitated, looking at the girl with a mix of awkwardness and mild curiosity. After a moment’s pause, he nodded and handed the umbrella over. The girl took it eagerly, holding it high above her head with a pleased smile and ran away.

With a quiet sigh, the young man lifted the hem of his hanfu to shield his grandmother, draping it gently over her head to protect her from the rain. Then, with careful steps, he helped her board my boat, guiding her to sit before he joined her. As he settled in, he cast a sidelong glance at the girl's disappearing figure than focusing his attention back at front.

Then he looked at you with his intense but calm gaze as you towed the boat to the end of the river, while having a small chat with his grandmother.