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.
Pinching off a small pink flower, Chen Pingping carefully put it in his hair. Seeing it would fall at any moment, Fan Xian fixed the old man's hair, ensuring that the flower would stay put.
Chen Pingping laughed joyfully and gently tapped Fan Xian's hand. "After seventeen years of turmoil, you've finally come to the capital and finally grown up into a man. Your mother's wishes have been answered."
Fan Xian had always been curious about "those" years. He couldn't help but ask, "How many of you were there back then?" By that he meant: how many powerful people had followed his mother, wanting to change the world?
"Do some counting."
Fan Xian did. He smiled. "Six."
"Yes, your mother was most impressive." Chen Pingping smiled. "Looks like you're a smart one too."
"Regarding the former, Fei Jie told me when I was little."
"Well, I suppose he didn't tell you how much we miss your mother. From a certain point of view, she was our guide."