The Legend of the White Snake (unfinished) [Full Text]

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The Legend of the White Snake:

That year, famine struck the 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 soon passed away, leaving us behind. My father carried my mother's ashes in his hands

as we passed away, by which time we had 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 that the inconvenience 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 girl 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 girl'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 a bun, 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, their beautiful shape could be imagined from the damp folds. Her slender waist and the half-exposed foot peeking out from under her skirt were even more captivating.

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 is stirred, hee hee..." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for me to hear.

Seeing my expression change, the girl in white's face suddenly turned red, and she said coquettishly, "Xiaoqing, you, you're going to die..."

Xiaoqing smiled mischievously, dodged 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, "Xiaoqing, I'll let you off this time, but if you speak recklessly again, don't blame me for being impolite..."

These threatening words came from her mouth, but there was no real threat in them. Xiaoqing replied breathlessly,

"Yes, Miss, Qing'er won't dare to do it again." Though she said she wouldn't dare, I could see she wasn't afraid at all; it was probably because the two sisters were used to bickering.

...After Xiaoqing's antics, both the girl in white and I felt a little uncomfortable. Only Xiaoqing, glancing at the young lady one moment and then at me the next, her dark eyes darting around, I wondered what mischief she was plotting.

After the awkward silence, the rain gradually stopped.

The rain came so quickly, and it went just as fast. I folded 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 I saw the girl in white disembark. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. After this parting, I wondered if we would ever meet again. 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, inwardly cursing 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 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 find a place to take shelter along the way."

"This..." The girl in white looked up at me, and seeing my sincere expression, said softly, "Thank you very much, 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!" Then 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 later." 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 this 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 Master Jiao remained evasive. Ah, I shouldn't think about him. The journey continued in silence… Old Master Jiao's boatmanship was superb; though traveling against the current, the small boat moved swiftly, and Qingbo Gate was already not far away.

After disembarking, just as I was about to collect my fare, the old man suddenly flicked his bamboo pole and headed towards the middle of the river. "You and I..." he cried. "You're so brave, so determined!" When I came to my senses
, I heard a faint singing voice drifting from afar: "..."

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