Carrying Xiaobai, Xiaosuisui, who was walking back from mory, suddenly sneezed.
Strange, why does my nose feel itchy all of a sudden?
She rubbed her nose and continued walking. Looking up, she saw her Third Uncle’s Bright Moon Pavilion right in front, with quite a crowd gathered at the entrance.
The curious little girl craned her neck to get a better look. Before she could make out what was happening, she heard a familiar voice shouting, "Stop, you thief! Don’t let catch you! Stop!"
Is the pretty sister catching a thief?
Hearing Xie Pan’Er shouting about catching a thief, the little girl’s eyes lit up, and she took off after a person who was running very fast.
The person running so fast was Zhao Fei, a beggar from the City God Temple. In the temple lived his old mother, who had been blind for many years, and his sister, who was burning with a high fever. His sister was injured and had a high fever. He carried her everywhere seeking dical help, but no dical Clinic was willing to treat her. Even when he offered copper coins, begging for so fever-reducing dicine, the pharmacy apprentices considered them too dirty and drove them away with sticks.
Desperate, he left his sister and mother at the City God Temple for safekeeping and ran to the entrance of the most famous Ping’an Pharmacy to wait. Eventually, a young woman laden with bags entered the Pharmacy. She seed to know the staff well, as the apprentice dispensing dicine greeted her, "Third Miss Xie, you’re here!"
"Yes, the usual," Xie Pan’Er replied. "Please prepare two doses of dicine for dispelling wind-cold for to take back. I’m getting it for my mother."
Xie Pan’Er’s mother had always been in poor health due to the tornt she suffered from the First Madam, who managed the household’s internal affairs. Whenever the weather changed even slightly, she would catch a cold. Therefore, Xie Pan’Er always kept a stock of dicine for treating colds for her. The pharmacy apprentice was quite efficient and quickly handed the dicine to Xie Pan’Er.
She left the Pharmacy carrying the dicine and a thank-you gift from the old shopkeeper of Zhiwei Restaurant. Suddenly, her vision blurred as soone bumped into her, and the dicine in her hand was gone. Xie Pan’Er reacted quickly, took off in pursuit, and shouted, "Stop, thief!" as she ran.
Zhao Fei ran all the way to West City. He only paused to catch his breath when he could no longer see his pursuers. Then, he raced towards the City God Temple as fast as he could; his sister’s life was at stake.
Upon reaching his destination, Zhao Fei’s face lit up with joy.
Finally here! Good thing I ran fast, or that girl would have snatched the dicine back.
Suddenly, a childish yet stern voice ca from above his head. "Big Brother! It’s not right to steal other people’s things!"
Startled by the sound, Zhao Fei looked up at the roof of the City God Temple. To his relief, he saw it was just a child with a veil covering her face, holding a white rabbit in her arms.
But this child... how did she climb onto the roof of the City God Temple? And how did she know he had stolen sothing?
"Who... who are you?" Zhao Fei asked. "Why did you climb onto the roof?"
"Ah! I didn’t climb up! I’m Feifei, and I flew up!" Suisui chirped. "Big Brother, you run so fast! Suisui couldn’t outrun you; I had to fly to keep up!"
Fly? What nonsense is this? Don’t tell you can actually fly, you little brat! Strange things happen every year, but this year seems to have an abundance of them. A three or four-year-old child claiming to have flown onto the roof of the City God Temple? Who would believe such a thing?
"I’m not a ’little brat’!" Suisui declared. "I have a na. It’s Suisui!"
My... heavens... How did I run into this little ancestor again?
Xie Pan’Er, who had arrived in pursuit of the thief, was completely baffled, instantly feeling a surge of desire to die.
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