Amidst the lush reeds, the white dew turns to frost; the one I seek is across the water...
Above the Luoshui, the simple folksong echoed between both banks, as Su Chengyu gazed at this largest tributary of the Yangtze River, speechless for a long while.
"Young man, do you wish to take a boat?"
At Luoshui Port, from time to time, someone would take the initiative to invite Su Chengyu aboard, but whenever he mentioned his destination, their expressions would subtly change before they retreated back into their own boats, ignoring Su Chengyu.
"No need, the place I am heading to is not somewhere you can go."
Perhaps it was because the singing originated from that very farmer's boat, Su Chengyu kindly refused the offer.
No sooner had Su Chengyu spoken than the slightly plump boatwoman asked, "Is the young master perhaps intending to go to the Luo Shen Temple?"
