Meng Yan's Transformation

I smiled awkwardly.

I lifted my foot again and shook off the water droplets on the surface of my shoe, and I stumbled again.

The little girl smiled at me too.

"Young man, you'd better go back to the hold and sit down. Xiao Wenying doesn't need your help. You look gentle and a little frail, and I feel that if you help, you will only make things worse. You will cause trouble for Xiao Wenying. If you lose your balance, she will fall into the river, ruining not only your nice clothes but also Xiao Wenying's beautiful dress - because she will have to jump into the river to save you. I, an old lady, can't swim well, so I can't save you from falling into the water... Hehe..."

The old lady giggled as she spoke, which made me even more embarrassed and at a loss.

"Big brother, don't listen to grandma's jokes. She loves to joke. I ferry people across the river with grandpa every day. We're used to it. This time, there are only a few of you ferrying people across the river. It's easy for me. The most I've ever ferried is ten people. I don't need your help today. Thank you for your kindness. Go back to the warehouse and sit tight."

The little girl held the bamboo pole steadily while speaking.

"Young man, you look unfamiliar to me. How come I haven't seen you before? Don't you often ride on Xiao Wenying's boat? I often ride her boat. She's a great 'little boatman'. Although small, her boat-rowing skills are pretty good. She's also a city kid. It's just during the summer vacation that we help her row the boat. We all like to ride on Xiao Wenying's boat. Xiao Wenying looks like a fairy from a painting. She rows the boat for us, and we feel like we're going to become fairies when we sit on the boat. Alas... after the summer vacation, I won't be able to ride on Xiao Wenying's boat anymore, and I won't be able to enjoy this wonderful feeling..."

As the old lady spoke, she looked at Xiao Wenying with regret.

"This is my first time riding Xiao Wenying's boat. (Now that I know the little girl's name, it's natural for me to call her by it.) I never expected her to be able to row a boat at such a young age. Her skill is truly remarkable!"

As I spoke, I looked at Xiao Wenying. She was like two pomegranate petals suddenly pressed against her cheeks, a blush tinged with color, like a peach blossom just opening in the morning light, tender and shy. That shy blush instantly became a beautiful painting, enchanting, even gentler than the setting sun, as if it could melt all the hardness in the world. The sky was filled with crimson, but it couldn't compare to the shy petal quietly opening on her face, a beauty that even nature couldn't match.

When Xiao Wenying saw me looking at her, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, but also a mixture of doubt and she tried hard to avoid my gaze.

Xiao Wenying pursed her lips and smiled gently, and the blush on her cheeks spread like ripples, so beautiful that people couldn't help but indulge in it. At that moment, her face was as red as a ripe apple, making people want to take a bite and taste the sweetness. Her face was so natural and just right, as if it was the most beautiful makeup given by God, without any modification, it was already breathtakingly beautiful.

"Don't look at it, young man. If you keep looking, it will get into your eyes and you won't be able to pull it out. Then you won't be able to see the road clearly and will fall. It seems like you have to fall into the river today!"

As the old lady spoke, she looked at me with a teasing expression.

This time it was my turn to blush, and I ran back to the cabin and sat down like a frightened deer.

From the deck came the laughter of the old lady and Xiao Wenying, as well as the whispers of other passengers.

As soon as I settled into my seat, I couldn't help but glance towards Xiao Wenying—her face, flushed with laughter, was like the most beautiful spring flower, blooming on a branch, exuding an enchanting fragrance that made you want to inhale. Her shy face was like the surface of a river illuminated by sunlight, shimmering and shimmering with a mysterious and captivating light. The blush on her face was like a lotus petal gently touched by a summer breeze, fresh and unworldly, with a kind of otherworldly beauty...