Joy of Life
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
An Opening
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
During the day, it briefly rained a number of times, stopping and starting periodically. After evening fell, there was even a small puddle on the streets and alleys of Jingdou. There was a wetness that made one feel an irritating stickiness. Inside the chaotic garden in Xinhuai Alley, the vegetation grew wildly like a man's great ambitions. It also collected a great deal of rainwater in the grassy hollows and blossoms of flowers like urns of alluring honey water.
He Zongwei stood silently with his back toward the study. He looked at the rain-washed garden. The viscous honey gradually dissolved in his heart. He knew that his plan was marvelous, but it was also very dangerous. Any slip up and there was no hope of reprieve.
Fan Xian was not easy to kill. What scared He Zongwei more was that during these six years of interaction with Fan Xian, he could always see a glimmer of cold enjoyment of murder in the young official's eyes.