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.
The three weddings were three brief interludes, or at least that was how it seemed. No one knew of Fan Xian's frustration. When he thought of the hidden possibilities, Fan Xian felt his blood run cold. He was unsure what to say. He was far away in a foreign land, and Wu Zhu - the only person he could truly speak freely with - had disappeared without a trace. There was no way he could discuss this.
Some things have to be talked over, but this could not be spoken of with anyone.