In March, spring blossoms woke one after another...
The bright, warm spring sunshine left even the cracks between his bones feeling lazy. Yang Ge sprawled without a shred of dignity in the rocking chair outside the inn, playing dead, an occasional faint snore drifting from him. Passersby who spotted him from afar smiled knowingly, slowing their steps to tiptoe past.
Behind the counter, Zhao Miao rested her chin on one hand and cracked melon seeds with the other. Sunlight slanted through the doorway onto her, making her black hair translucent. She watched the passing pedestrians in idle boredom, occasionally craning her neck to look at Yang Ge sleeping soundly outside. Every so often, her large eyes narrowed, and she grinned foolishly, showing one gleaming little canine.
After an unknown stretch of time, she suddenly saw Zhao Hong slip out of the crowd and creep toward Yang Ge on tiptoe. Seeing her looking, he even raised a finger to his lips to signal for silence...
Zhao Miao flashed a comical grin, set down her melon seeds, and eagerly waited for the show.
Sure enough, once Zhao Hong reached the rocking chair, he launched himself at Yang Ge. Yang Ge, who had been snoring away a second earlier, suddenly raised his foot and kicked him flying backward through the air, screaming, "Aaaaah!"
Zhao Miao said, "Wow..."
A group of disguised Embroidered Uniform Guards emerged from the crowd, expertly extending their arms to catch Zhao Hong.
Thump.
Zhao Hong crashed into the guards, sending them tumbling into a heap.
"Ow, ow..."
Rubbing his chest, Zhao Hong climbed to his feet and shouted indignantly at Yang Ge, "You were pretending to sleep!"
Yang Ge simply rolled over and went back to sleep with his back to him.
Fuming, Zhao Hong dashed back into the