Jiang Fan walked to the door and gently knocked on the courtyard gate. The child inside was fast asleep, breathing steadily and softly. Jiang Fan reached out and pushed, and the unlocked courtyard gate opened with a click.
"Bang bang..."
Jiang Fan knocked gently on the courtyard gate again, and when there was still no response, he went into the courtyard.
The courtyard was flat and didn't look dirty or messy even after the rain. Jiang Fan walked to the front of the house in the courtyard, opened the door, and followed the sound to a small bed inside. Looking at the child curled up in the quilt with a big, red face from sleeping soundly, Jiang Fan smiled slightly.
Before leaving,
Jiang Fan came here specifically to deliver the remaining one hundred silver dollars and to confirm whether the orphaned child was being properly cared for as the woman he had met that day had said. Seeing the child's appearance, the woman had not lied to him.
When Jiang Fan entered, he glanced around the room. The room, which wasn't large, was clean and tidy, and had a faint fragrance.
Observe the big picture from the small details.
That woman is probably a good person at heart.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan decided to stop observing. He took out a brocade pouch from his pocket and gently placed it next to the child's pillow. After doing this, Jiang Fan turned and walked out of the room. Just as he was about to leave, he entered the courtyard and saw the woman he had seen that day, holding some green wild vegetables in her arms, staring at him blankly.
Jiang Fan opened his paper umbrella and smiled, "I knocked on the gate, but no one answered. So I came in. Now that I've seen the child, I'm relieved and will be leaving now."
The woman's eyes reddened slightly as she looked at Jiang Fan. She lowered her head, placed the wild vegetables in her arms under the eaves, and said softly, "If you don't mind the mess in my house, or the gossip that often comes my way, please stay and have some tea."
Upon hearing this...
I didn't see Jiang Fan last time, and I didn't see him again this time either. Only then did I realize that the woman was actually a widow.
Jiang Fan shook his head, his eyes clear, and said to the woman, "It's raining, and I still have some things to take care of, so I won't bother you any longer today."
The woman spoke.
She seemed to want to say something more, but Jiang Fan didn't give her another chance and walked out of the courtyard with his paper umbrella.
The woman opened her mouth, but couldn't close it, and gave a bitter smile. She turned around and went back to the courtyard entrance, watching the increasingly blurry figure in the growing rain, her eyes misty.
I met this person a few years ago.
She would be willing to be his slave or servant.
The woman wiped away her tears with her calloused fingers, bent down and picked up the wild vegetables. Looking at the vegetables still covered in dirt, she suddenly burst out laughing. She laughed at her own wishful thinking and her own ill-fated destiny.
Back in the room, the woman went to the child's bedside to tuck the child in, when she saw a brocade pouch.
She picked up the bag shakily, and when she felt its weight and saw what was inside, she covered her mouth and ran out of the courtyard gate, rushing towards the alley entrance. With mud and water splashed all over her body, she lifted her wet hair and disappeared from sight of the paper umbrella.
...
...
"Splash splash splash..."
The rain poured down, and the paper umbrella, bent into an arc, stubbornly held itself over Jiang Fan's head, deflecting the raindrops.
Jiang Fan broke off a tree branch on the way, held it in his hand, and tapped it on the ground in an orderly fashion. He slowly walked towards the top of the mountain. He had spent a lot of effort to walk down the mountain that day, but now Jiang Fan did not feel tired even though he was going against the current. Before long, he reached the top of the mountain.
tombstone,
forest,
Everything familiar from that night reappeared in Jiang Fan's eyes.
Putting down his paper umbrella, Jiang Fan, soaked by the rain, broke off many lush branches and placed them on the entrance to the coffin in Old Master Ren's tomb. Once the branches had multiplied and formed a semi-circular shelter, Jiang Fan crawled inside and took out a thick velvet blanket from the bundle on his back.
Regardless of whether the blanket is damp,
Regardless of the muddy water in the pit,
Jiang Fan wrapped the fleece blanket around his body and the thick cloth bundle around his head. With the treehouse above providing shelter, the rainwater falling on Jiang Fan was now minimal. He jumped into the cave, listening to the patter of the rain outside, feeling the several objects he had carefully hidden in front of him, especially a book, and slowly closed his eyes.
As dusk deepened,
It rained all day and even into the night, it kept raining.
The rain was blocked by the dense branches piled up outside, and only a few raindrops bounced into the cave. Jiang Fan, who had been suffering with his eyes closed for a long time, finally felt a long-awaited drowsiness. His mind was blank, and the fatigue from a day of suffering in the cave finally broke out, and he finally fell asleep.
for a long time,
A dazzling bolt of lightning appeared from the heavens, suddenly illuminating the entire mountain peak. A thunderous roar, seemingly capable of shattering the heavens, resounded, and the world fell silent in that instant.
Am I back?
Startled awake by the deafening thunder, Jiang Fan slowly opened his eyes, touched the wooden box, and smelled the familiar yet unfamiliar scent of slightly decaying wood. He muttered to himself.
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Chapter Seventeen: Maoshan Taoist Magic
dark,
As far as the eye could see, it was pitch black.
Smelling the decaying wood, listening to the rumbling thunder and rain outside, and feeling the presence of several objects on his chest, Jiang Fan hesitated to reach out and touch the wooden box so close to him. He remained seated, and after a long while, when he heard no movement outside, he raised his hand and tremblingly reached out to touch it.
He was afraid.