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.
"This is what you taught me."
Fan Jian sighed. His fingers gently rubbed and felt the texture of a piece of paper.
There was a portrait of a woman's head drawn in charcoal on the paper. Although there were very few strokes, it managed to capture vividly the woman's spirit and appearance, particularly the eyes of the woman. They looked at Fan Jian with a kind of compassion, warmth, cheek…as he gazed at her.
"The picture the Emperor had a great artist secretly draw of you is in the palace," Fan Jian gazed at the woman in the picture and said with a slight smile. "But for me, your appearance has always been in my mind very clearly."
"Every time I want to talk with you, I cannot resist but to draw another one."
"To draw a cheeky you, a cold you, a hurt you, a happy you."
"There are so many of you, which is the true you? It's a pity, there is no way to ask you."