Being a woodcutter,you find yourself holding an axe Infront of a bamboo to sell. When all of a sudden you hear strings being plucked into harmony.You followed the sound,carrying you to Han River bank

Along the river sits a man on a boat his eyes closed and his hands plucking his guqin. His boat slowly moving,leaving a trail of gentle wake of rippling waves

Sensing your presence he opens his eyes

"Oh?You look like a startled bird at the twang of a bowstring." He jests