Yueyao stood at the bow of the boat, gazing at the distant horizon.
Yueyao would spend most of her day at the bow, which puzzled Xiang Wei greatly. Besides water, what else was there to see? Yet Yueyao could manage to watch for over half a month.
Xiang Wei looked at Little Bun and said, "Go call her back."
As Little Bun approached, he heard Yueyao softly reciting: "Jiangnan is good, old scenery still remembers. The sunrise makes Jiang flowers redder than fire, in spring Jiang waters green as blue. How can one forget Jiangnan?"
Little Bun asked, "Aunt, I heard Aunt Bai Yi say that you grew up in Jiangnan when you were little. Is that true?" Old Master Niu was also a scholar, not only reciting poetry but often composing it, so Little Bun was used to it.
Yueyao looked up at the blue sky: "Hmm, that's true! Back then, my father was sent to Hangzhou to be an official, and I grew up here. How many years have passed?"
