The Legend of the White Snake

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That year, famine struck thirteen towns surrounding Hainingwei; that year, countless lives were lost, and many struggled against hunger and
disease . My father and mother were not spared, because of my sister and me. My mother
fell ill on our journey to escape the famine and passed away soon after. My father carried my mother's ashes with him as he died; we had already
reached Hangzhou.

That year, I was six years old, and my sister was thirteen. My sister said that our deaths were because of her and me. She said it
while crying . My sister was sold into servitude to the Li family, and I went with her, becoming the page of the young master of the Li family.
The money my sister earned from selling herself was used to bury our parents. My memory of this period is very vague; everything I heard was from
my sister .

However, when I was ten years old, after my sister was taken as a concubine by the eldest son of the Li family, she never mentioned that past again . I chose to forget. My childhood was spent caught
between such painful memories and cruel reality .
Chapter One: Broken Bridge in the Rain It was the Qingming Festival, by the Broken Bridge on the shore of West Lake.

I stood at the bridgehead, watching the throngs of tourists around me. The spring mountains on the lake shore were like dark eyebrows, their reflections on the lake like emerald green—a scene of gentle mountains and soft
water . A gentle breeze rippled the lake, instantly blurring the emerald reflections. The spring breeze was intoxicating…

A tinkling laugh reached my ears. Turning my head, I saw two young women standing in a pavilion not far away. One
was dressed in white, the other in green. Though not far, their faces were indistinct. In the hazy light, I could only see
their charming smiles, their clothes fluttering slightly in the breeze, as if they were about to fly away.

People were resting on the lakeside near the pavilion, but they all sat on the ground, no one going to the pavilion. The pavilion,
though small, was spacious, but now only the two of them were there. Perhaps others, seeing their unparalleled beauty,
felt ashamed and dared not approach.

I scrutinized the two girls again, sighed inwardly, and turned to leave, but then I caught a glimpse of the girl in white looking
in my direction. Now I could see her face clearly, though not perfectly, but I could make out her features. She appeared to be about sixteen, with skin
as white as snow, exquisitely beautiful features, and a faint smile on her face.

Huh? Was she looking at me? A thought flickered in my mind, and I looked back. The smile on the girl in white seemed
to deepen. I looked down at my clothes, finding nothing amiss, then touched my face. Could there be
something on my face?

Just as these thoughts were running wild, I looked up again, and the woman was gone; the pavilion was empty.
I searched around, but there was no trace of her. Ah, I wonder when I'll ever meet such a fairy-like figure again. If I could meet her,
I would die without regret…

Unable to find the two girls, I felt bored and wandered aimlessly for a while before deciding to head back. The rain was incessant during the Qingming Festival.
Dark clouds seemed to appear out of nowhere, and the sky gradually darkened; a downpour was imminent.
My sister had insisted on putting an umbrella on me before I left, which I was reluctant to do, finding it inconvenient. Now, it seemed the troublesome umbrella had
indeed come in handy.

My mind was racing, but my feet didn't stop moving; the cool raindrops quickly began to fall. Reaching the lakeside, I saw
a small, black-awning boat in the distance. It seemed to have no passengers, so I raised my voice and called out, "Boatman, boatman, quickly
take me to Qingbo Gate..."

The boatman responded loudly, "Yes...coming..."

The boat slowly approached the shore, and I stepped aboard. Suddenly, I heard a clear, crisp voice
calling out , "Boatman, boatman! Going to Qiantang Gate? It's raining, please do us a favor and give us a ride." The clear
voice carried a hint of urgency.

And standing under the willow tree not far away were those two fairy-like maidens from before? They were huddled
under the willow tree, haphazardly shielding themselves from the raindrops, their clothes disheveled. They looked utterly
helpless. The boatman glanced at the young woman, then turned to me. I knew he was asking for my opinion, since
I had essentially chartered the boat.

I quickly said, "The wind and rain are fierce; how can we find shelter under the willow? Boatman, please take the two young ladies to Qiantang Gate,
then take me to Qingbo Gate. I'll pay you extra for the fare..."

The boatman responded and turned to announce loudly, "Ladies, please board. This young master asked me to take you to
Qiantang Gate first."

The two young women hurriedly stepped forward and boarded the boat. The woman in white, holding the woman in green's hand, gave me a graceful
curtsy , "Thank you, young master."

I was flattered and hastily stood up to return the greeting, but the boat's canopy was too low. I had barely straightened halfway
when the back of my head hit the roof. "Ouch!" I cried out and sat back down.

The girl in green couldn't help but giggle. The girl in white turned and whispered a reprimand, "Xiao Qing, you mustn't be
rude to the young master." Though it was a reprimand, there was no harshness in her words; it was as gentle as sisters chatting in their boudoir.
Oh, so the girl in green was called Xiao Qing. I wonder what the girl in white was called. Xiao Qing's laughter subsided, but
her smile widened as she stared at me.

This Xiao Qing was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was no ordinary girl. She was as pretty as a flower, and I imagined that when she grew up,
even if she wasn't as beautiful as the girl in white, she would probably be just as stunning. The boat awning was too small, and the two girls were less than
three feet away from me. Their breath was fragrant, and a faint scent wafted into my nostrils. Their clothes, slightly damp from the rain, clung to their
bodies, highlighting their exquisite curves. My lower body involuntarily stirred.

My face flushed slightly, afraid that they would notice something amiss, so I quickly got up, opened my umbrella, and went to the bow of the boat. A cool
breeze blew , greatly reducing my desire. I thought to myself: It's been a while since I've been intimate with my sister; no wonder she's so easily aroused.
I must find an opportunity when I get back.

"Why don't you come in to take shelter from the rain, sir? Is it because you find my humble appearance unworthy to share the water?" the
girl in white said softly behind me, her voice incredibly alluring. My recently quieted member began to stir again. I
couldn't help but exclaim inwardly: Wow, even her voice is incredibly seductive.

I calmed myself and said, "Miss, you are as beautiful as a celestial being; how could you be so unworthy? I was just afraid of offending
you , so I..." My lower body reacted, and my words became increasingly flirtatious.

Unexpectedly, the young woman didn't seem to mind and continued, "Why hasn't the young master even glanced at me?"

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. I gently turned my head and saw that the young woman's cheeks were rosy, her watery
eyes staring directly at me without any hesitation. Her nose was slightly upturned, her lips were red, and her long black hair was
styled in an updo adorned with a jade hairpin. Combined with her radiant skin, she was a truly stunning beauty, far more beautiful than my sister.

My gaze then traveled downwards. Although her alluring breasts were concealed beneath her loose white dress, the damp patches...
Judging from the folds of her skirt, one could imagine its beautiful shape, its slender waist, and the half-
exposed , making it even more endearing.

Seeing me brazenly staring at the girl in white, Xiaoqing angrily said, "Miss, this little thief's eyes are so restless...
he..."

The girl in white quickly turned her head and scolded, "Xiaoqing, you..."

Xiaoqing suddenly chuckled and whispered, "Miss's heart has been stirred, hee hee..." Her voice was soft,
but just loud enough for me to hear.

Seeing my expression change, the girl in white blushed instantly and said coquettishly, "Xiao Qing, you, you're going to
die ..."

Xiao Qing smiled mischievously, dodging the girl in white's outstretched hand that was about to tickle her, and begged for mercy, "Miss, Miss,
Qing'er knows she was wrong. Qing'er will make amends in a while, Miss, ah! Miss, no, no."

After a while, the girl in white suddenly remembered that I was still there, and said with a red face, "Xiao Qing, I'll let
you off this time, but if you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being impolite..."

These threatening words came from her mouth, but there was no real threat in them. I only heard Xiao Qing reply breathlessly,
"Yes, Miss, Qing'er won't dare to do it again." She said she wouldn't dare, but I could see that she didn't dare at all, probably because
the two sisters were used to teasing each other.

After Xiaoqing's antics, both the girl in white and I felt a little awkward. Xiaoqing, however, kept
glancing at the young lady and then at me, her dark eyes darting around, seemingly plotting something.
After the awkward silence, the rain gradually stopped.

How could the rain come so quickly and go so quickly? I closed my umbrella, stood with my hands behind my back at the bow of the boat, and heard the boatman say,
"Miss, we've arrived at Qiantang Gate. Where should we disembark?" Oh? We've arrived at Qiantang Gate so quickly.

I looked back, and Xiaoqing replied, "It's just ahead, at that ferry crossing."

The boat slowly approached the ferry crossing, and seeing the girl in white disembark, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
After if we would ever meet again. With a start, he said, "Boatman, wait for me." He then went straight after the girl in white and Xiaoqing.

Hearing hurried footsteps behind me, Xiaoqing said, "Miss, that fool is catching up."

The girl in white paused, turned around, and smiled sweetly, "What is it, sir?"

My face flushed, and I cursed myself for so rashly chasing after him. I glanced down at
the umbrella in my hand and secretly rejoiced, "Miss, although the rain has stopped, the clouds in the sky haven't cleared yet. If it rains again,
it might be inconvenient for you. If you don't mind, I... I'll lend you my umbrella..."

"And you, sir?" "

My humble abode is right by the lake. Even if it rains, I can just get off the boat..."

"Well..." The girl in white wanted to say something more, but Xiaoqing interrupted her, "Since you're so kind,
we can't refuse. We'll just have to thank you, sir..." Saying this, she reached out and took the umbrella from my hand.

"Xiaoqing..."

"Miss, we still have a long way to go home. If it rains again,
we won't ."

"This..." The girl in white looked up at me, and seeing my sincere expression, said softly, "
Thank you , young master. Suzhen is very polite..." Then,

she gave a deep curtsy. So her name was Suzhen...

Hearing her reveal her given name, I was flattered and hurriedly cupped my hands, saying, "I am Xu Xian..."

"Greetings, Young Master Xu!" She gave another curtsy. Sigh, why so polite?

He secretly shook his head, but dared not be negligent, replying, "No, no, Miss Suzhen, there's no need for such formality..."

"Then..." Suzhen blushed slightly, lowering her head, and said, "If you need an umbrella, sir, just go to 'Xia Sha Bai Mansion,'
and you'll find out."

"Uh! I understand. Please continue on your way, miss. It's getting late, and it won't be good if it rains again
." He caught a glimpse of Xiaoqing's strange smile out of the corner of his eye, and felt uneasy. He secretly planned to deal with it
next time he needed an umbrella; it was indeed inappropriate to speak properly in the middle of the road.

"This humble servant takes her leave, sir!"

"Take care, Miss Suzhen..."

Chapter Two: A Beautiful Woman

Back on the boat, thinking of Suzhen's frequent glances back as she left, his heart surged with emotion, and he wished he could
immediately disembark and chase after her to the Bai Mansion. But... such recklessness was unlike him. What was wrong with him today?

"Hehe!" The boatman even had the same smile as Xiaoqing on his face. "A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's desire. That
girl is truly a beauty of unparalleled grace. Young man, you don't need to overthink it. Didn't she ask you to go and ask for an umbrella in a few days? Seeing
the beauty again and fulfilling your long-cherished wish is just around the corner!"

"Uh?" The place where Suzhen just said that must have been about ten feet away from the boat... Suzhen's voice was so soft,
how could he have heard it? Seeing my slight surprise, the boatman chuckled, "Young man, don't be surprised. I
'm not a monster, but I've practiced martial arts since childhood, so my senses are sharper than most."

With a flick of his bamboo pole, he braced the small boat against the rock at the ferry crossing, and it sped away. He continued, "If
you have time, young man, from now on the 7th, 17th, and 27th of each month, I'll be waiting for you under the Broken Bridge..."

"What should I call you, sir?" Seeing his extraordinary bearing, I couldn't help but be curious. "What do you want with me?"

"Just call me Old Master Jiao, young man. As for what it is, you'll find out when the time comes..." Old Master Jiao had white hair and a white beard, wore a straw hat
and a raincoat, and his bronze face was full of wrinkles, except for his bright, piercing eyes...

What a spirited old man! Just now, with Suzhen here, my attention was entirely focused on her,
and I hadn't paid any attention to Old Master Jiao. Now that Suzhen is gone, my usual shrewdness has returned. Full of
questions , but Old Man Jiao remained evasive. Ah, I decided not to think about him. The journey continued in silence…

Old Man Jiao's boatmanship was superb; though going against the current, the small boat moved swiftly, and Qingbo Gate was not far off.
After disembarking, just as I was about to collect the fare, Old Man Jiao flicked his bamboo pole and headed towards the middle of the river. “What’s the point of worldly matters? Oh, young man, don’t forget our promise…” His voice was low, though not loud,
each word reaching my ears clearly, leaving me momentarily bewildered.

When I came to my senses, I heard a faint singing voice coming from afar: "[Sexual Climbing]"

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