Meng Yan's Transformation

The tip of Zhan Mengyan's nose was as red as a small strawberry, and there was a row of shallow teeth marks on her lower lip. Her big eyes were filled with two pools of swaying springs, and her eyelashes blinked rapidly like the wings of a frightened butterfly.

"I... I just saw why they said I was addicted to reading extracurricular books? Zhan Zixun is just too domineering. If you are unreasonable, he will be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs even if he has good intentions..."

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, she was a little choked up and her voice was low and unclear.

"You're not allowed to read extracurricular books, and you don't even call me brother? You're calling me by my first name? I was a little anxious just now. It's like what Zhang Xincheng said: The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. I'm your brother. I've been there. When I was a freshman in high school, I was obsessed with reading extracurricular books and neglected my studies. I'm afraid you'll repeat the same mistake! Let me tell you a reportage. It's a very true story. I was deeply moved by it, and you're sure you'll like it!"

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he gently patted Zhan Mengyan's shoulder.

"Today's incident is mainly my fault. Why did I bring so many foreign books with me? I caused you and your sister to have an argument, and almost made your sister Mengyan cry. It really went against my will, didn't it?"

As Zhang Xincheng spoke, he rubbed his hands with a look of regret on his face.

"Zhang Xincheng, don't take it all on yourself! What are you blaming yourself for? How can I blame you? What story? You haven't told me a story in a long time. Brother Zixun, hurry up and tell me!"

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, her eyes shone with light and her face showed anticipation.

When she was a child, Zhan Zixun often told her stories. His voice was soft, his expression mysterious, his eyes wide open, staring at her, as if injecting a kind of uplifting power into her heart. Zhan Zixun's storytelling was like singing; the longer he spoke, the more coherent, fluent, and vivid his sentences became. For Zhan Mengyan, listening to him tell stories was a joyful experience.

Zhang Xincheng looked at Zhan Mengyan's face, which changed from gloomy to bright, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you..."

Zhan Zixun spoke, straightened his clothes, sat down, and prepared to tell Zhan Mengyan a story——

(The story is written in the first person)

That summer, I was a junior in college, and the school would start as a senior. As a senior, I would be busy writing my thesis and other graduation matters, so I went to my cousin's hometown in Xiangxi to meet her. My cousin is a university professor, and I wanted her to give me some advice on writing my thesis.

On the way, I came across a ferry and needed to cross a river.

The river water, wrapped in the fragrance of green grass, blew towards me. A small boat was lying across the river. The hull was covered with wet mud, and the raised guardrails on both sides were covered with water. The deck was covered with a layer of oil film, like freshly painted, shining with rainbow light in the sun.

There was also a little yellow dog on the deck. When it came towards me, it didn't bark, but wagged its tail as if to welcome me.

The boatman, a girl about twelve or thirteen, had short, smooth hair, tucked behind her ears with a colorful barrette on each side, revealing a round, fair face like a newly blossoming lotus. The barrette gleamed brightly in the sunlight, adding a touch of liveliness and agility. Her eyes were bright and sparkling with curiosity and wisdom, and her smile curved into a crescent, exuding a sweet and playful charm. Her nose was small and straight, and her lips were rosy and slightly upturned, always pursed into a small curve, making her look particularly lovely. She wore a pastel-colored floral dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, as colorful as a blooming summer flower. She wore a pair of immaculate white leather shoes, and every step she took evoked the joy and innocence of childhood. Every gesture reveals an innocent, lively and lovely temperament, like a breeze in the summer, making people feel comfortable and happy, making people want to get close to her and want to protect her...