Jiang Xiubai sighed and turned toward the old man poling the boat at the stern. "Sir, how much longer until we reach shore?"
"Soon, soon. Don't worry, young man. I'm the fastest boatman around here," the old boatman said with a chuckle, a straw rain cape draped over his shoulders and a woven bamboo hat on his head.
Jiang Xiubai fell silent. He had watched several little boats that had been slower than his leave him far behind.
The old man continued happily humming a local folk song.
Meanwhile, Yun Xi had reached a stone bridge. He walked to its center and planted both hands on his hips, then waved them wildly at the sky. Director, do you dare cut me some slack? Jiang Xiubai, do you dare appear in front of me right this instant?
A short distance below the stone bridge, Jiang Xiubai spotted someone on it from afar who seemed to be doing broadcast calisthenics.
Jiang Xiubai tilted his head in confusion, his eyes full of doubt about the other person's intelligence.
[Hahaha, the way these two meet is seriously going to make me laugh myself insane!!!]
[Yun Xi has completely lost it: where is he, where is he, where is Jiang Xiubai?]
[Jiang Xiubai looks utterly bewildered: what is that person on the bridge going crazy about?]
[Hahaha, all I can say about this move from the director is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.]
[The director says: keep it low-key, low-key.]
[Hahahahahaha.]
Only when the boat drew closer did Jiang Xiubai get a clear look at the person on the stone bridge.
Yun Xi had not noticed someone watching him from beneath the bridge. He was still absorbed in his movements, the expressions on the lower half of his face left uncovered by his mask incredibly animated.