dreamless dream

The stream is gurgling, and one person and one horse stop by the river, all of which are glittering with gold and exude a vulgar atmosphere of wealth.The man rested his chin on one hand and stared at the water, half of his good face was covered by the mask. The horse was pacing at the side, but then seemed to be impatient, and bumped into the man's shoulder.This collision knocked down the fishing rod in the man's hand, and he heard the man "tsk" and blamed him, "You scared the fish away." He said it as if you caught it. Isn't it a waste of time? The horse sneered contemptuously, turned around and wanted to find a place to take a nap.At this moment, the fallen fishing rod slid down uncontrollably, as if it had caught something.The man in gold quickly grabbed it, and proudly said to the horse, "Look, this is not a bait." It can't be some kind of corpse, right?" The horse snorted, and took two steps forward as if condescending. I saw a bunch of white hair wrapped around the end of the fishing line... I'm afraid I was thinking of something... The hair and the fishing line kept getting messy, so I had to find a way to drag it up. It doesn't matter if you drag it ashore. Only then did I see that the owner of the white hair was a noble son (?)