In Hangzhou there lived a man by the name of Yuan Guanlan, who remained unmarried well into his forties. His neighbor's daughter, however, took a liking to him despite his age. He thought she was an attractive girl, and soon their love grew.
When Guanlan mentioned the possibility of marriage to his beloved's father, however, it was opposed on the grounds that Guanlan was too poor to marry. The daughter pined for her lover and it wasn't long before she had died from misery.
Guanlan heard the news of his beloved's death and was stricken with grief. He wandered sadly out into the moonlit night and bought some wine to drown his sorrows.
He had been drinking for only a short time when he saw a dim figure leaning up against a wall. The person had disheveled hair and held a rope in its hand that was tied to something out of Guanlan's view.
The person smiled at him, and Guanlan, assuming the man to be a servant of one of his neighbors, waved and said, "Would you care to share my wine?"
The person nodded and a cup of wine was duly poured for him. The strange thing was, this man didn't drink in the normal fashion. Instead of drinking through his mouth, he sniffed the wine up his nose.
Guanlan worried that the wine might not be warm enough for his guest and so he asked, "Is this too cold for you?"
The man nodded, and Guanlan warmed a second cup for him. This time the cup was emptied with one snort of the mighty nostrils. Guanlan poured more wine.
The more wine the stranger sniffed up, the redder his face became, until eventually Guanlan's guest was incapable of holding his mouth closed. Guanlan then poured the wine straight down the gaping throat.
It wasn't long before he noticed that with each swig of wine the