Chapter 37 thirty-seven

Cuihuan went all the way to Mrs. Zhang's dressing room.Mrs. Zhang was still awake, sitting on a low chair in the room with her big belly, reading old novels.When she saw Cuihuan come in, she reprimanded her, "Where did you go to play? I called you and couldn't find you for a long time. I'm disabled now, and it's hard for me to walk. Wait for you to wash my feet!" Although these were words of reproach, Mrs. Zhang had a gentle smile on her face. Cuihuan knew her master's temperament.Without fear or defense, she fetched water and set the footbath.She sat on a small bench, took off Mrs. Zhang's shoes and socks, and then slowly unwrapped Mrs. Zhang's feet.While doing these things, she told Mrs. Zhang everything about Qian'er.

Mrs. Zhang seemed to be listening to Cuihuan's speech very attentively, and did not interrupt her, but sometimes looked at the girl's face as if investigating.Zhang's soft eyes lingered on this youthful and beautiful face for a long time.Cuihuan just buried her head in washing Zhang's feet, she didn't notice her staring. "I can't see that you have such a good heart," Mrs. Zhang praised after waiting for Cuihuan to shut up. Cuihuan raised her head to look at Mrs. Zhang in shock.She caught Zhang's kind eyes, smiled gratefully at her master, and lowered her head again.Her hand was still rubbing lightly on Zhang's little feet.Her gaze stayed on the disfigured short foot again.It was a strange sight.The back of the instep is raised high, and the four fingers are bent down, and they are almost connected into a piece of flesh tightly attached to the sole of the foot. Only the big finger is exposed alone, like a sharp zongzi corner.These were not human feet, but rather white things kneaded from flour.Every time her hand touched it, she felt a feeling of pity.Now this pair of feet and the upper calf are a bit swollen.Cuihuan wiped Zhang's feet with a foot cloth.Mrs. Zhang called her gently.She looked up again.Mrs. Zhang suddenly said with a smile: "I see that you have been very kind to the eldest young master recently."

Cuihuan's hands trembled slightly.Her face immediately turned red.She buried her head down again, and defended in a low voice: "Madam is joking again, we girls serve our master in the same way." Mrs. Zhang fell silent, but looked at Cuihuan lovingly.Cuihuan didn't dare to raise her head, her ears were red.After wiping Mrs. Zhang's feet, she picked up clean foot wraps and wrapped them one by one.Mrs. Zhang gently instructed: "Don't wrap it too tightly." She agreed softly, but didn't dare to say another word.Along with shame she felt fear.She was waiting for Mrs. Zhang's words of reproach.

"It's not like that, I know you won't tell me the truth," Mrs. Zhang shook her head in disbelief, her voice was still very gentle.This was beyond Cuihuan's expectation, and she secretly raised her eyes to look at Mrs. Zhang's face.Seeing Zhang's kind smile, she felt a little relieved.She boldly argued again: "Do I still dare to lie to my wife?" Zhang smiled.She said confidently: "You can't hide it from me. At my age, maybe I can't even see this? I think you like the young master very much..." Before Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, Cuihuan suddenly stopped her painfully: "Madam, how dare I say whether I like Master's family or not?" Mrs. Zhang's words reminded her of many things, all she saw was darkness without a ray of light.She was accidentally hurt.

"What's wrong with you? Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to blame you," Mrs. Zhang didn't understand Cuihuan's psychology, and didn't understand where the girl's pain came from. She asked in surprise at first, Then he explained to Cuihuan. "I understand," Cuihuan held back her grief and answered three words in a low voice, but she didn't understand Zhang's meaning.Mrs. Zhang fell silent again.Cuihuan has already put on a sleeping shoe for her.She is thinking about something.Later she felt Cuihuan's hands trembling, and saw Cuihuan's shoulders rising and falling, she felt sympathy and pity.She reprimanded Cuihuan in a loving tone: "You girl is stubborn and always likes to make up your own mind. Although you are honest, I'm afraid you will suffer in the future. Second Miss writes letters outside, every time Tell me to treat you well. In fact, I also like you very much. When I see you, it is like seeing the second lady. I can't bear to marry you outside, and I don't want to marry you to someone with no money. Go and suffer..." Those last two sentences seemed like a sign of bad luck.Cuihuan felt that hope was about to be completely wiped out, she couldn't stand it, and quickly mustered up the courage to interrupt: "Madam, then let me serve you for the rest of my life. I am willing to be with you for the rest of my life." This is the last pleading, this is honesty wishes. "You are young, don't say such things. I don't want to hurt you forever," Zhang advised Cuihuan disapprovingly.

"Ma'am," Cuihuan called out in despair.She raised her head and looked at Mrs. Zhang imploringly.She also put the other shoe on for Mrs. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang smiled sympathetically and said, "You didn't understand me. I won't marry you off casually. I regretted it for two years because of Wan'er. How much she suffered in Feng's family, now It was so easy to wait until Mrs. Feng passed away. I just saw the "report" of Feng's family in the third master's house, and I didn't know that Mrs. Feng was dead. I will take it the day after tomorrow. I have a big belly, so it's not easy to go. Otherwise, I would think Go and see Wan'er. Don't leave. I still have something to ask you. Sit here properly."

Cuihuan agreed, she was not as nervous as before. Mrs. Zhang wanted Cuihuan to still sit on the small bench, so she said softly to the maid: "I have an idea. Listen to me, I have an idea, and I'm afraid you won't agree. Ever since the death of the young mistress, the young master (Cuihuan buried her head slowly when she heard about the young master, her face began to turn red), but his fate was not good, the two young masters died one after another. How could he go on like this alone It should also be taken care of by someone. We persuade him to renew his strings, left and right, but he always refuses to listen. I want to persuade him to be a 'little', and to have a son in the future can also carry on the family (Cuihuan buried his head even more ). I have an idea, I want to give you to the young master, you can serve him. He is kind and will not wait for you, so I can rest assured. But I don't know if you are willing or not. "

Mrs. Zhang watched Cuihuan attentively, waiting for an answer.Seeing Cuihuan blushing, bowing her head and keeping silent shyly, he said comfortingly, "There is no one else here, so you don't have to be shy. This is your lifelong affair, so you might as well tell me clearly." She saw Cuihuan Still not talking, just playing with the clothes, she didn't know what the girl's true heart was, so she explained: "I think you care about the young master very much, that's why I mean it. I think the young master is suitable for you, although Be a 'little', but people like the young master will definitely not treat you badly." She paused for a moment, then forced her to ask: "Tell me, are you willing or not? I think you probably won't." promise."

Cuihuan raised her head slightly, but still refused to let Mrs. Zhang see her face.Her chest rose and fell, her heart was pounding, and she whispered tremblingly: "I am the maid who serves my wife, how dare I not agree to what my wife told me?" "Then you are willing!" Mrs. Zhang said pleasantly, "I said you would not refuse. Since you are willing, then just wait for the young master to be satisfied, and I will finish this matter. Don't worry, I will I will always make arrangements for you." This time Cuihuan spoke emotionally: "I know the benefits of my wife's treatment of me. If I am not satisfied, then I am ungrateful. I think of Qian'er, I think of Chunlan, I I don’t know how many times better than their Yuan Qi.” She could not continue, and her tears kept streaming down her cheeks.

Keming called Mrs. Zhang outside.Mrs. Zhang promised, stood up on Cuihuan's shoulders, and said to Cuihuan with satisfaction: "Okay, you've been tired all day, and it's time to rest now. Quickly pack your footbath and go to sleep." After she finished speaking, she gave Cuihuan an encouraging look, then walked out of the room slowly.She felt refreshed in her heart, and she thought she had done a good deed. That night Cuihuan was lying on the bed, unable to close her eyes and fall asleep.She is very excited.She seemed to see a scene of happiness.She was thinking of many things in succession.This room brought her many memories.She thought of Shuying who was far away in Shanghai, everything here was left by Shuying.The young master still cares about her.And it was Shuying who brought her happiness.Yes, Shuying seems to have been secretly protecting her this past year, allowing her to live a quiet life.Outside the sackcloth tent, the faint light of the clear oil lamp cast a dim yellow circle of light, which gradually expanded, one after another.Her eyes were dazzled, and she seemed to see Shuying smiling at her standing by the bed.She also wants to laugh, she feels that she is a happy person.Shuying's shadow disappeared.She could see that the person standing there was Juexin.He looked at her tenderly with his eternally sad eyes.His eyes seemed to slowly enter her heart, as if a hand was gently pinching her heart.She softly called out respectfully and lovingly: "Eldest Young Master".She smiled slightly, and tears filled her eyes uncontrollably. "You are so bitter," she said to herself.She stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes, and said, "I will serve you well." She felt that he was beside her listening to her speech.She asked softly again with pity: "Why do you have to be so sad all the time? I haven't seen you laugh out loud." She said in a softer and gentler voice: "Young master, you are a rare good person. You Be kind to everyone, but they don't treat you sincerely. They only care about themselves. You don't know anyone who is equally kind, and they don't treat you sincerely. They only care about themselves. You don't know my heart. I I want to serve you well and make you happy." She suddenly smiled embarrassedly.She pulled up the thin quilt to cover her face.

Crickets chirped mournfully under the window.Can't they sleep too?She thought of her life experience again.Her past was full of tears and pain: suffering began at the age of ten, and by the age of sixteen, she lost her family and the last of her family forever.It was in this year that she was lured into this big mansion.She thought a worse fate awaited her here.But the lady of her age wiped away the tears of her past with a gentle hand and a quiet smile.The wise master became her sister-like companion, taught her many things, and taught her to read and write.When Shuying fell into bad luck, she also comforted her young lady with tears of sympathy, and tried to find someone to help Shuying.Then help came, and her master rushed out of the cage and flew into the free sky.She had also rejoiced in the girl's freedom, though she herself had lost a well-meaning companion.But unexpectedly, she always felt that she was still secretly protected by that kind master.She saw no shadow of doom.She gradually put her heart on a person.She herself didn't know when it started.She cares about this person, perhaps because he is the kindest, the most miserable, he has encountered the worst misfortune, and he is the most worthy of sympathy.He was kind to her.But he wouldn't know her heart, and he wouldn't know that there was a young girl who was crying for his misfortune, and silently blessed him from time to time. She also had longings and fantasies.But these were extremely absurd dreams, and she had chased them away long ago.Her face was not often characterized by drawn eyebrows and sad eyes.That melon-seeded face is just like a budding flower, embodying the beauty of youth.Yet she had no hope of herself.She wasn't thinking about her future.What she cares about is another person's future.But such concern is in vain.She was so far away from him that her hand could not reach his side.For her, the future was bleak, and the future was even more bleak than the present, and now she lived a peaceful life. It should be a strange night.She passed so many barriers in such a short time, she passed through the mist, and she saw the future changed into something so brilliant.Her longings, her fantasies came back.They are no longer absurd dreamscapes.She is not dreaming.She squeezed her shoulders.She is still awake. she smiles.She wept again.She felt that hand was still gently stroking her heart, stroking her thoughts.Even those days of misery looked at her from afar and smiled.She felt her heart start to fly.It flies, flies.She slowly lowered her eyelids, and soon fell into a deep sleep.The bell next door struck three times, but she couldn't hear it either. She is dreaming.But it was a sad dream.She saw what she was afraid of.A small sedan chair was placed on the hall, and people embraced her and walked to the side of the sedan chair.She cried and refused to get into the sedan chair, so they pushed her into the sedan chair.She heard a voice calling her.As soon as she agreed, the sedan chair was lifted up.She looked out from the glass window on the right, and saw the man beating the window with a whip, yelling for the sedan chair to stop.The whip hit the glass and the glass shattered.Fragments flew before her eyes.She closed her eyes.But the bearer carried the sedan chair and ran out of the second door. She was in a hurry.The eyes opened.Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it herself.She pressed her head with her left hand.The tent is filled with bluish-white light.She listened.There was no sound.She turned her head slightly, and she felt her cheeks were cold and wet.She stretched out her right hand to touch her eyes, the eyelids, and the corners of her eyes were still stained with tears.She sighed in pain. Crows croaked loudly on the roof.From the kitchen came the sound of chicken again.These voices rang uncomfortably in her heart.They weighed heavily on her heart.She still doesn't seem to be able to turn around.She still seemed to lie between waking and dreaming.Her eyes looked around suspiciously.The tent gradually lit up, the blue color gradually faded, and the white color gradually became stronger.The whole room is completely lit.It was still the room she was familiar with.Her heart was a little more stable.She barely propped it up, hung up the curtain halfway, and then lay down again.The thin quilt covered her lower body, she gently pressed her chest with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to put it on the quilt.She slowly pondered the previous dream scene. Her heart gradually sank in sorrow.But a chirping sparrow interrupted her thoughts.The light in the room changed from white to a faint golden yellow.Suddenly she heard a hand gently knocking on the door, and a familiar voice hurriedly called: "Sister Cui." "Am I dreaming again?...Maybe there is something unfortunate?" she thought.But the voices and door knocking outside did not stop.The voice continued to call: "Sister Cui, get up! Sister Cui, get up! Sister Cui..." She suddenly recognized that it was Mrs. Tang's voice.She immediately sat up and asked in a low voice in surprise, "Ms. Tang, what's the matter?" "Are you up? Come quickly, Qian'er...Qian'er is dead," Mrs. Tang replied excitedly in a low voice. It was as if a ladle of cold water had been poured on her head, and her whole body trembled slightly, all thoughts were washed away by the water.She seemed to see a terrible black shadow flickering in front of her eyes.She shivered.But she immediately calmed down and replied in a low voice: "Ms. Tang, wait a moment, and I will open the door." She put on her clothes, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and went to open the door. Mrs. Tang stood at the door, with fluffy hair, pale face, and a look of terror in her eyes. She whispered in panic, "I'm a little scared. Aunt Li and the others are all there." "When did she die?" Cuihuan asked in pain. "I don't know either. No one knows. We got up and saw the corpse was cold and hard," replied Mrs. Tang with fear. "Come in, I'll go with you after I comb my hair," Cuihuan pleaded, she had already put on her clothes. Mrs. Tang hesitated for a moment, then walked into the room and said, "Wait for me to comb for you." "It's so hard for you to comb it casually for me," Cuihuan said gratefully.She sat in front of Shuying's desk, opened the mirror case, took out the comb, faced the mirror, and asked Mrs. Tang to comb her hair. Mrs. Tang stood behind Cuihuan, combing her hair, and said enviously, "Sister Cui, you are so lucky. You don't live or use anything like a servant. This mirror case belongs to Shuying." "It's because of Second Miss's favor. Second Miss treats me very well, and my wife treats me very well," Cuihuan said emotionally.She immediately remembered what happened last night, and a burst of redness appeared on her face.Everything in this room seemed to her to guarantee her future happiness.But then her thoughts turned to the matter of Qian'er.She changed her tone and said bitterly: "I am much luckier than Qian'er. She is so pitiful, she died so badly." She urged Mrs. Tang: "Ms. Tang, please comb it casually. Hurry up and do it, let's go Look at Qian'er." "Don't worry, it's about to get better," Mrs. Tang replied.Then she said angrily: "Actually, it's fine if Qian'er is dead. If she lives a day, it's not like she suffers an extra day." "Chunlan is more bitter than Qian'er. I'm really a little scared. If there is no second lady, I don't know what I would be like now. I will be like Qianer. Or I will be like Mingfeng they often say." She thought of the previous dream, and seemed to see that terrifying black figure swaying in front of her eyes again, and then Qian'er's dying face appeared begging for mercy.She felt uncomfortable for a while, her nose was sore, and tears flowed down again. "It's everyone's fate too," Mrs. Tang sighed. "You were cultivated in the previous life. If your previous life was better, you will be a young lady in this life..." She noticed Cuihuan's tears and stopped talking. Is everything preordained?Cuihuan couldn't say.Sometimes she believed it, and sometimes she didn't.Mrs. Zhang brought her hope and good news last night.What are these signs?Foretell her happiness, or bad luck?she does not know.But how much she longed for her to know!She needs this knowledge to settle her mind.Her mind is disturbed.Her heart hesitated. "Okay. Do you see it right?" Mrs. Tang put down her braid and said. "Huh?" Cuihuan made this voice, as if she had been awakened from a dream.She immediately stood up, wiped her eyes, and said a word of thanks to Mrs. Tang.She hastily washed her face with the cold water left over from last night, and walked out of the room with Mrs. Tang. It was still very early, and there was no sound in the rooms on both sides of Guitang.The sun was already shining on the treetops.A magpie stood on a toon tree branch and opened its mouth to cry.When Cuihuan closed the door with the knocker, she inadvertently turned her head to look at the patio.The magpie's beak was facing her eyes. "Sister Cui, the magpie is barking at you, you are about to have a happy event," Mrs. Tang congratulated Cuihuan and said to Cuihuan, her mind was full of superstitions, she believed that the magpie came to announce the good news. "Bah!" Cuihuan blushed and spat shyly. "Qian'er's body is still there, what good thing do you think?" she said reproachfully.But when she and Mrs. Tang crossed the threshold of Guitang and walked to the back yard, she suddenly saw a man's thin face smiling at her gently and sadly.She suddenly felt at ease.He is everything to her.No matter whether it is destined to be happy or bad luck, no matter what kind of ending she will have, it is not worth her worrying.All her thoughts were entirely on him.His existence is her happiness.His future is her future.This kind of understanding completely drove away her hesitation.If she is still sad at this time, it is only out of sympathy for the unfortunate Qian'er. They entered the cabin.Mrs. Li was still sitting in front of the square table combing her hair.All the other maids went out to do errands.The room was quiet, as if there had been no disaster.Seeing them coming in, Mrs. Li complained to Mrs. Tang in a gloomy voice, "Ms. Tang, why have you been here for so long? I have been waiting so anxiously." Cuihuan hurried into another room.It was quite bright in the room at this time.She saw everything in the house clearly at a glance.The bedding on the bed was taken away.Qian'er lay stretched out on her back on the bare wooden board.It was still the same disheveled hair, with no blood on the face, two small holes formed by the skin on the cheeks sticking to the bones, the eyes were slightly opened, and the mouth was loosely closed, clearly revealing two pale lips.The two hands are stretched out to the sides of the body.She seemed to have fallen asleep after a painful fit. This is not the death Cuihuan imagined.It's not like death.It wasn't all that terrible, but it was a pitiful sight.There were no cries, no solemn ceremony.It didn't even get in the way of other people's lives.Qian'er lay there quietly, just like an abandoned object. Cuihuan walked to the bed and called out pityingly: "Qian'er." She stretched out her hand to Qian'er's cold forehead, and her tears fell like strings.She sat on the edge of the board, lovingly looking at the withered face.She felt grief slowly rubbing her heart.She finally burst into tears. Qian'er's death is not a big loss to Cuihuan.Qian'er's many daily tasks prevent her from getting close to Cuihuan.There was only an ordinary friendship between the two maids.But these days (especially at this time) Qian'er has become a symbol of the fate of the handmaiden.Cuihuan sees her past and future in Qian'er's suffering and death.Qian'er's fate easily resonated with her.Sympathy, indignation, and pity made her tears and her cries. "Sister Cui, don't cry. It's important that we settle Qian'er's affairs as soon as possible," Mrs. Tang persuaded with red eyes. Cuihuan stopped crying slowly, stood up and said sobbingly: "Then please Auntie Li go and tell the fourth master and fourth wife. See what they order?" Mrs. Li had already combed her hair, and was poking her head in from the outer room to look around.When she heard Cuihuan's words, she said unhappily: "Don't you guys know the temper of our Fourth Master and Fourth Wife? I dare not touch this nail! They are sleeping soundly, you dare to wake them up, I must scold you bloody." "But we can't just let Qian'er sleep here, the corpse will smell after a long time in hot weather," Cuihuan said anxiously.She is still wiping tears. "Wait for me to tell, I'm not afraid of being scolded!" Mrs. Tang volunteered with her head held high.She didn't talk to Mrs. Li, so she walked out of the room bravely on her little feet. "I see how capable you are," Aunt Li sneered behind unconvinced.With a grunt in her mouth, she left Cuihuan to accompany the dead man and walked out alone. Cuihuan stood in the room, looking around in pain, not knowing what to do.Her eyes fell on Qian'er's face again.She suddenly had a strange thought: "Will I sleep on a plank like her one day?" She felt something sharp piercing her heart.Her mind was wandering.Doubt and despair both drove her.She was looking for a place to escape.She struggled to concentrate her thoughts.She finally found that thin face.Still the same gentle smile.But the sound of footsteps interrupted her. Qixia ran into the room in panic, and cried out sadly: "Qian'er!" She ran straight to the bed, stopped there and cried loudly.Qixia covered her face and cried very sadly, which made Cuihuan cry too. Later, it was Cuihuan who stopped crying first and advised Qixia not to be sad.When Qixia closed her mouth and wiped her eyes, Cuihuan suddenly thought of an idea, and said to Qixia: "Qixia, go and tell the young master to see what the young master has ordered. Let's take care of Qian'er's funeral early important." Qixia agreed, said two or three more sentences, and was about to go out when she saw Mrs. Tang coming in angrily.Mrs. Tang swayed her huge body, grumbling and complaining. "Ms. Tang, have you seen the fourth wife? What did she say?" Cuihuan asked. "Don't talk about Luo! Even if I'm unlucky, I'll come to my house!" Mrs. Tang replied angrily. "Bah," she spat, "it's a good thing she can say it! She was so lucky in her life that she became a wife. I'm not the old lady she hired, she scolded me! I'll make a report Believe me, it’s not wrong. Qianer is also your girl. She has been serving you for the past few years, from morning to night, what is there not to do? The only thing left is to feed you! You think you will be blessed in this life, waiting for you You've become a pig and a cow for the rest of your life, just watch my old lady come and clean you up..." Such cursing made Cuihuan impatient to hear it.She interrupted and asked, "Aunt Tang, tell me quickly: what is the fourth wife's order?" "What did she order?" Mrs. Tang said contemptuously, and sat down beside the square table, pressing one hand on the table.She imitated Wang's tone and said: "It's worth making a fuss about the death of a girl? Tell the two servants to wrap it in a mat and carry it out, and send it to Shantang to be buried." She changed her tone and said: " The fourth wife blamed me for waking her up. If I said a few more words, she would be scolded by her. The fourth master also scolded mother and mother. This kind of scandal is only done by their masters and wives. What scandals do their mothers not know? " "Fourth wife really has no conscience, and still wants to save a coffin? Qian'er is also blind, and only met her!" Qixia said through gnashing of teeth. "Qixia, hurry up and find the young master. The young master is kind, and he always has a way," Cuihuan urged from the side.That person is now her faith, her hope, her everything. "I'll go, I'll go," Qixia said, turned around and walked outside. "Qixia, if the eldest young master hasn't gotten up yet, you must not wake him up," Cuihuan hurriedly instructed from behind.After she finished speaking, she also felt that her face was burning hot. After some time, Qixia came in with Juexin and Shuhua.Cuihuan blushed when she saw Juexin.Apart from calling out "Eldest Young Master, Third Miss", she couldn't say anything else for a while.Juexin saw Qian'er's corpse lying on the board, and looked at it with pity.He already knew what Wang Shi told Mrs. Tang from Qixia's mouth.He then made up his mind and said: "I'll ask someone to buy her a coffin, it doesn't cost much anyway. The Fourth Wife refuses to pay, so I can afford it." He then ordered Cuihuan: "Cuihuan, You and Qixia will change Qian'er's clothes. Wait for the coffin to come in, put it in right away, and just carry it out through the back door." Cuihuan raised her head and agreed softly.The redness on her face has faded a lot.She glanced at him with a half-smile, and her eyes lit up immediately. Seeing Mrs. Tang nearby, Juexin told her, "Sister-in-law Tang, after a while the corpse is carried out, you should clean the house well. Don't forget, you can live in it only after cleaning." Mrs. Tang obediently agreed. Qixia was opening Qian'er's box and looking through it, she said to Juexin, "Master, Qian'er doesn't have enough clothes. She only has a new cloth shirt." Juexin frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Then let's just change to two clothes." "I still have a few new clothes, I can't wear them at home, I will give them to her," Cuihuan hurriedly continued. Shuhua immediately stopped Cuihuan and said: "Cuihuan, don't go and get it. You want to wear your clothes yourself. I have several clothes that I don't like. I haven't worn them yet. I'll give them to Qian'er. She said to Qixia again: "Qixia, follow me to get it later." "Then I would like to thank Miss San," Cuihuan thanked. "Third Sister, quickly find your clothes. I'll go out and ask someone to buy a coffin. The sooner the matter is settled, the better." Both Cuihuan and Shuhua's words moved Juexin. He praised Cuihuan's large number and strength Shuhua's kindness.Such a simple act made him see the face of another world.It is a bright, hopeful, smiling, peaceful and harmonious world.His own experience made him not believe in the existence of this world, and he saw too many struggles, tricks, frame-ups, and darkness.But sometimes he catches glimpses of new things.Though it was only a glance or two, and though a smile might be overwhelmed by sorrow or scowling, the impression of this brief glance would remain in his memory for a long time.Now he could add something to his memory that made him smile again. When he walked out of Guitang with Shuhua and Qixia, his lonely heart felt unexpectedly warm as if he had been blessed.