Just as Fang Yi was about to pledge the pigeon in his arms to the boatman, the middle-aged man saw right through his intentions.
"I can tell, you don't have any money in your pockets, right? No matter, I ferry people across Taiping Lake every day. Next time you come, just pay me back for today," he said with a smile, then pushed the small boat away from the bank and headed south. The setting sun dyed his sturdy back red, along with the curved little boat and the aquatic song played in harmony by the oars and the gunwale.
It takes a thousand years of shared karma to share a boat across. The small boat had departed, and the figure had grown distant. Fang Yi stood quietly on the shore, the figures of Old Man Zou and Zou Xiaoqing flashing continuously in his mind. The same ferryman, yet different figures, different temperaments... It turned out that across this vast and boundless Taiping Lake, there were so many interesting people.
Chapter 75