White Crane Academy spanned a vast area, encompassing much of White Crane Mountain.
Little Fatty had already accompanied Sheng Xinhua on a large loop, passing several public restrooms, but Sheng Xinhua simply did not want to go in.
"Mr. Sheng, what kind of restroom are you really looking for?" Little Fatty asked, puzzled.
He had come to visit his big brother, wanting to talk and chat with him, to find out who had bullied him.
But what’s the deal with dragging me out to look for a restroom?
Isn’t this just wasting the precious time I could be spending with my big brother?
"Little Fatty, it’s your first time at White Crane Academy, isn’t it?" Sheng Xinhua looked at Little Fatty and asked aloud.
"Second time," Little Fatty replied. "I came here with my big brother during the Spring Festival to pay a new year’s visit to the headmaster."
"The Great Grandmaster, huh? He’s like a deity... I never imagined you and your brother would both get the chance to pay him a visit," Sheng Xinhua exclaimed with emotion.
She remembered how Tang Fei and Little Fatty had first arrived, both reserved and cautious, yet daring and audacious.
They were filled with curiosity about this new world, everything looked fresh to their eyes, and everything tasted delicious.
Yet, in less than a year’s time, Tang Fei had already entered White Crane Academy, practicing under the tutelage of Xuanyuan Mingjing, and Little Fatty was able to visit White Crane Mountain to pay respects to the Great Grandmaster...
You have to know, meeting someone like Xuanyuan Mingjing is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for many.
The fate of these two brothers was nothing short of miraculous, just like those movies and literature stories about young people’s incredible adventures she had seen.
"The Great Grandmaster even gave me some pointers," Little Fatty said, lighting up with joy and smiling broadly. "I always thought that stopping a waterfall was impossible, so I practiced without much confidence. But then, with a single strike of the Great Grandmaster’s hammer, the rain truly split into two streams..."
"Now I am full of confidence. I too want to be like the Great Grandmaster, to split a waterfall in two with one strike of my hammer..."
Little Fatty loved martial arts, and whenever the subject came up, he became animated and excited.
However, Sheng Xinhua didn’t understand cultivation, let alone what kind of realm it meant to split a waterfall with a single hammer strike.
She, a professor of literature, was dedicated to studying the elegance of poetry, as well as "what the author’s thoughts were behind this line"...
"I believe in you," Sheng Xinhua nodded and said encouragingly, "If you keep at it, you too have the chance to become a Great Grandmaster."
Little Fatty shook his head, saying, "Impossible. I don’t understand cultivation, relying solely on brute force... Such a person cannot become a Great Grandmaster."
"There are countless paths in the world; who says there’s only one path to success? Who says that only that path is the right one?" Knowing Little Fatty’s simple-mindedness, Sheng Xinhua couldn’t bear to see him sad and disappointed and comforted him, "If one path is impassable, just take another. If no one has ever walked that path before, then you be the first to blaze the trail."
"If you fail, then just switch to a new path. But what if you succeed? In that case, that path will be named after you..."
"Little Fatty Road doesn’t sound good," Little Fatty shook his head.
"How about Gong Shu Road?"
"That doesn’t sound good either," Little Fatty continued shaking his head, saying, "Let’s call it Tang Fei Road. Fei Road... it sounds imposing."
This silly lad always remembered his beloved big brother, no matter what.
It’s hard to say how he’ll be once he finds a wife.
Imagining the scene of Little Fatty finding a wife, Sheng Xinhua couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Little Fatty looked at Sheng Xinhua with a puzzled face and asked, "Mr. Sheng, what are you laughing at?"
"Oh, I’m laughing... laughing at your ’Fei Road’... hahaha..."
Little Fatty joined in the laughter, genuinely thinking she was amused by the ’Fei Road’.
The climate on White Crane Mountain was much colder, with temperatures about ten degrees lower than below. The heavy snow from the day before last had not melted and crunched underfoot.
Little Fatty didn’t mind, his skin was thick, and the cold wasn’t much of a bother to him.
Sheng Xinhua, not knowing anything about cultivation or having practiced martial arts, even wrapped in a thick black mink coat, still felt cold with a pale face and shivering body.
Noticing Sheng Xinhua’s condition, Little Fatty said, "Mr. Sheng, shall we head back? If we keep going , I’m afraid you’re going to catch a cold."
Sheng Xinhua glanced at her watch and asked, "How long have we been out? Has it been half an hour?"
"Yes," Little Fatty said. "We’ve walked around the entire White Crane Academy, it’s definitely been half an hour."
"Let’s go back," Sheng Xinhua said. "It should be over by now."
"What should be over?" Little Fatty asked.
"It’s that the two of them haven’t seen each other for a long time... and they must have a lot to talk about... I thought, with the two of us around, it wouldn’t be convenient for them to speak. Once they’ve had their conversation, we can go in."
"Oh," Little Fatty suddenly realized, saying, "No wonder Mr. Sheng kept looking for a restroom; you were giving them time to talk alone."
"What else?" Sheng Xinhua rolled her eyes and said, "Who wants to stand on the mountaintop, be blasted by the cold wind, and step in ice holes? I’m about to freeze stiff."
Little Fatty thought to take off his own coat, saying, "Mr. Sheng, you can wear my clothes."
He had seen on TV that when a woman says she’s cold, a gentlemanly man must take off his jacket and offer it to her.
But the TV didn’t tell him that women don’t just accept any man’s jacket to drape over their shoulders.
Sure enough, Little Fatty was rejected.
Sheng Xinhua looked at Little Fatty, saying, "You’re wearing so little, how can I take your jacket? Put it back on quickly; we’ll be inside soon."