Encontro com o Imortal

“Little Mouse, hurry up! Didn’t we agree we’d go to West Seaview Lake to catch fish today?”

It was a quiet afternoon. A boy of about seven or eight, dressed in rags and sporting a bruise on his face, sat beside a quiet, gentle girl. Suddenly, a small head appeared above the wall, glancing furtively behind before leaping down nimbly. Landing steadily, he shot the boy a glare, his face dark with annoyance.

“I told you not to be so loud. If my parents find out I snuck out, I’ll get a beating for sure.”

“I was just worried Boss Qian would get tired of waiting. It took everything I had to get him to come out today!”

The quiet girl chimed in, puffing her cheeks in indignation. “Exactly! We’ve been waiting for you half an hour. Why are you so slow today?”

Mo Hao quickly explained, “My brother tied a long rope from the door to his hand before bed last night. I just got it untied and ran out as fast as I could.” He finished with a helpless look.

“Let’s go. Seaview Lake is so far away—and who knows what story we’ll have to come up with when we get home.” Mo Hao glanced at the girl, who looked ready to argue back, so he quickly changed the subject.

The three children laughed and played as they made their way along the western path, passing through a stretch of woods until they reached a low but oddly shaped hill. From a distance, it looked like a sparrow poised for flight.

“At last, Sparrow Hill! We just have to go around to the sparrow’s claws, and we’ll see Seaview Lake,” one of them cheered.

“Ergou, who told you there are big