TSFLIP Chapter 551

Feng Guang said openly, “I think if there’s something I can’t do but someone else can, then I’m going to think they’re pretty amazing. What’s wrong with that?”

“No, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Si Jia said quietly, “This way.”

“Hey, wait for me.” She trotted to keep up with him, glanced up at his face, and asked carefully, “Are you mad?”

He answered decisively, “No.”

“Oh… then you are mad.” She tugged at his sleeve. “Why are you mad?”

“I’m not mad.”

She pressed her lips together in a pout. “Fine, if you don’t want to say it… Men’s hearts are as deep as the ocean.”

Before Si Jia could respond, a group of people came toward them. At the head of the group was a young woman with a kind, charming face.

She walked up with a warm smile and asked, “May I ask if you two are locals?”

“No.” Feng Guang answered. “We’re from out of town as well. Who are you?”

“We’re a troupe of performers. We travel from place to place to make a living. When we came into this town, we noticed it seemed quite empty and we couldn’t find anyone to ask directions from, so we thought we’d check with you.”

“A troupe!” Feng Guang’s eyes sparkled. “Are you going to perform here?”

The woman nodded with a smile. “Yes, we will. But first, we need to find an inn to rest and then decide when we’ll put on a show.”

“The inn is… um…” Feng Guang faltered and turned to the man beside her for help.

Si Jia fell silent for a moment at her poor memory, then addressed the woman, “Go straight down this road and then turn left. You’ll find an inn there.”

“Thank you for pointing us in the right direction. We’ll be on our way now.” The woman nodded gracefully and led her troupe forward.

“A troupe… it must be a lot of fun.” Feng Guang turned back toward Si Jia. “Si Jia, when their show starts, should we go watch it together?”

“I only promised to bring you outside for three days.”

She pressed her lips together. “Who knows, maybe they’ll perform tonight or tomorrow.”

“We’ll see when the time comes.”

“Oh…”

The two of them eventually made it to the riverside. The view was as lovely as the innkeeper described. Willow trees drooped their branches over the water, mist rose from the surface of the river, and a few small boats were moored by the bank — the very boats the innkeeper had said were available for a charming ride on the water.

Feng Guang lifted her skirts and walked toward the water’s edge. She was excited and lively, a contrast to Si Jia, who remained calm and composed. The scene of their two figures — one energetic, the other silent — made a charming picture.

“Si Jia, come over here!” She turned back and called, waving her hand to him. She turned to step into a boat first, but just then, a child’s cry came from behind the nearby willows.

Feng Guang paused and walked back toward the voice. There, under the willow, she found You’er — the boy she’d briefly met once — lying on the ground, having fallen.

She knelt quickly, helped him up, and patted the dirt from his clothes. “You’er, are you okay?”

The boy shook his head. “I’m fine.”

Si Jia walked over as well, but remained a few paces behind Feng Guang and said nothing.
To those who understood martial arts, his posture revealed a state of vigilance.

Feng Guang asked the boy, “How come you’re here all by yourself? Where’s your mother?”

“I’m not allowed to come outside to play… so I sneaked out.”