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.
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Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fan Xian looked at the young man and smiled, but he didn't let the young man see the thoughts he had hidden behind it. He had been standing in the meadow for a while. He had watched the young man walked out of the King's tent and waited for him to gradually come near the patch of the meadow where he stood.
He had to give the young man a chance to strike up a conversation. He knew that since the young man who had walked out from the King's tent, he must have wanted to talk a bit with the merchants from the Central Plain. Making conversation was something Fan Xian was good at. Thinking back, Northern Qi's girl saint Haitang had, in the end, fallen for his clever tongue. How could this young man not do the same?
"Of course it is good," the young man said with a laugh. "Although it is only eight words, the aura of the grasslands is made apparent through them."