Chapter 7 (1/2)

Chapter 7: Fang Hua Beast

After returning from the bamboo forest, my spirits were very low, as if I had ruined so This sensation was like a fish bone lodged inThe house was empty and deserted

Fang Hua hadn’t returned yet…

With a small exhale, I went to the kitchen and soaked some cold rice in water My head remy fill, my stomach felt even worse and my heart was completely empty All I wanted was to find some work to do

We’d long split enough logs for the firewood

We’d collected enough water, too

I could only prop up my chin with my hand and space out in the courtyard

Fang Hua always had aI slept too much, or that I was too lazy, or that other people had filial sons while he was stuck raising a self-professed elder

Actually, even if I got out of bed before dawn to roll up et to work, I’d discover the kitchen fire was already lit, the clean clothes hung up to dry and everything else finished within the house I kneanted to spare ood person, even if he always thought one way and acted another I wanted to stay with him for the rest of my life

The sky gradually grew darker

I tiltedHua still wasn’t back

Some stems of medicinal plants had already ripened, and rant as they usually did It looked like things here were much lonelier with one less person

Ahhhhhhhhhhh…

Annoying

I dragged over a broom and ran towards the study I kicked open the door and–

–grew blank-faced

This hat they called afrom the racks, so chunk of space was taken up by papers…

Ah, a rare event

I couldn’t even tell that yifu could be such a idle and carefree person Was he trying to coh the papers were held in place by an inkstone, the wind outside theagainst its surfaces, lifting up a few sheets and make them tremble as they rustled

A brush laid quietly on one side, the ink on its tip half-drying

I went to take a closer look and saw a co There were uishedthe qin[1]A teardrop-shaped ht my attention His red robes made an extremely tasteful scene

Between the land of cloudy h in the skies One could just ure on the opposite shore of the river However, there was only a faint sketch of that person’s face, and the easy flowing brush stopped here, unable to continue

I hesitated for a moment, but was too afraid to touch it Instead, I collected the scattered books in e theories

In themy sleeves aside…

A length of tough silken cloth floated out to land on the desk, like water flowing gently as it turound

The sudden excite, secrets were hidden in books: if not love poes, then secret martial arts manuals I bent forwards and scooped the cloth up in my hands