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“Lanlan?” Grandma turned her eyes towards Qinglan, looking at her with affection and disbelief at Liu Xiuzhen's words, “Our Qinglan never causes trouble.”
“This time she has really gotten into big trouble.” Liu Xiuzhen said to Grandma with wide eyes.
“What big trouble?” Grandma waved to Qinglan, saying, “Come here and tell Grandma about it.”
“It’s nothing, Grandma.” Qinglan was unwilling to discuss it further, leaving Liu Xiuzhen and Grandma in the room as she walked straight to the main hall.
“She’s foolish, she’s gotten involved with that boy from across the street.” Liu Xiuzhen followed her into the main hall, where Qing Shusheng and Liu Jiawei were present.
Grandma also followed out of the room into the main hall.
Grandma gasped, “Is it true? Ah? Lanlan.” She leaned close to Qinglan, as if trying to see her heart through her face.
“Yes.” Qinglan nodded in acknowledgment.
At that moment, Qing Shusheng, who was teaching Liu Jiawei woodworking, paused his work. Liu Jiawei also stopped what he was doing, and Grandma looked at Qing Shusheng with wide eyes in shock.
Liu Jiawei threw a piece of wood he was holding onto the floor and said, “You’ve liked him since you were little, and now you’re still with him. Just go ahead and be with him; you’ll have your moments to cry in the future.” After saying this, Liu Jiawei angrily went into his own room.
Liu Xiuzhen stared at Liu Jiawei's back, “See? I told you it was foolish. Even your Brother doesn’t agree with you being with him.”
Over the past six months, Liu Jiawei had shown great talent while learning woodworking and bamboo crafting from Qing Shusheng, earning his admiration. Of course, Qing Shusheng did not express his praise overtly, but from his increasing concern for Liu Jiawei and his less critical words, Liu Xiuzhen knew that through hard work over the past six months, Liu Jiawei had established his position in Qing Shusheng's heart.
So when Liu Xiuzhen saw Liu Jiawei standing on the same side as her, opposing Qinglan and Liu Jiawei's relationship, she already believed in her heart that this meant Qing Shusheng had taken her side. Because now at home, Qing Shusheng no longer treated Liu Jiawei with the same disdainful attitude he once had; he respected his opinions on many matters and even consulted him at times.
Indeed, compared to the previously reckless and impulsive Liu Jiawei, he had changed a lot. He was now wholeheartedly immersed in the craft arts that Qing Shusheng taught him, occasionally discussing improvement methods and innovations with Qing Shusheng, often expressing his bold and innovative ideas, which made Qing Shusheng view him in a new light.
Especially during the two months before Qinglan returned, Qing Shusheng took Liu Jiawei to Shenzhen, where they visited several teachers. Liu Jiawei learned from and observed these teachers for a while. The teachers showed great interest in Liu Jiawei's talent and understanding in woodworking and bamboo crafting, expressing their willingness to take him as a disciple. However, they required Liu Jiawei to first attend school to learn painting and sculpting techniques. In Shenzhen, Qing Shusheng and Liu Jiawei also visited several vocational technical schools to help Liu Jiawei connect with a few of them, planning to send him to study there when the new semester started in September.
Thus, Liu Jiawei's status in Qing Shusheng's heart had changed significantly. Especially after the teachers they visited praised and recognized Liu Jiawei's talent, it aligned perfectly with Qing Shusheng's private assessment of him, further increasing Qing Shusheng's expectations for Liu Jiawei and his evaluation of his future.
As a result, Qing Shusheng was more determined to cultivate Liu Jiawei well, believing that he would surpass him in the future. Therefore, seeing Qing Shusheng's improved attitude towards Liu Jiawei, Liu Xiuzhen also gained some face in front of Qing Shusheng.
She had always believed in Liu Jiawei! She had always defended him! The facts proved that she did not misjudge him.
After Liu Jiawei left with his things, Qing Shusheng did not show him any displeasure. He set down what he was holding and walked under the old locust tree in the yard, took out a bag of tobacco, lit it up, and took several puffs.
In the afternoon at home, Qinglan was restless and glanced towards An Shaojie's house several times. She wanted to go find him to play but felt somewhat timid. Even when he was indifferent towards her before they became close, she never felt as guilty or timid as she did now. By evening, she stood at the gate of the yard looking out and wandered around Azure Stone Bridge but did not dare to take another step forward.
"What is he doing at home? Is he thinking of me? Is he restless like I am?" Qinglan thought to herself. "But why doesn’t he come out to look for me? If only he stood at the door for a moment, I could see his figure and muster the courage to walk towards him."
In summer, no matter how hot it was during the day in the mountains, by evening each village felt like it was placed under a breeze; cool winds blew gently. Especially in Liu Family Village, surrounded by mountains and water, the wind blowing from the pond at the village entrance and along the water channel brushed against Qinglan's cheeks and hair.
The channel was filled with clear water, and the pond also held a full pool of clear water. It could be said that this winding water channel and the shallow pond were the most beautiful scenery in Liu Family Village during summer.
The men in the village were bathing and swimming in the pond while children played and splashed water in the channel. The evening glow reflected on the pond and channel waters like golden ripples. The old locust tree at the other end of Stone Arch Bridge had already grown lush with shade, under which sat a group of men and women chatting animatedly.
A faint glow of light, still carrying a hint of warmth, fell on one side of Qinglan's face. She stood on the path by the pond, facing the water and braving the wind. Opposite her was the small village of Liu Family Village, which appeared quite desolate in Qinglan's eyes. The small bamboo house at Lin Xi's Home and its black tiles were nestled among dense bamboo groves, faintly coming into view for Qinglan.
"Let's go check out Lin Xi's Home; it's been a long time since I visited the plum tree grove behind her house," Qinglan said to herself casually, her feet unknowingly moving toward Lin Xi's Home.
The gardenia tree in front seemed to have grown a bit taller, and the heavy wooden door had lost some of its paint, becoming somewhat mottled. A large iron lock glared at Qinglan like a fierce door ornament, as if to say that she was not welcome here.
Qinglan stepped up the stairs to the entrance, her hand brushing against the iron lock. "Lin Xi, why did you lock this place up? It used to be our warm paradise." After standing in front of the door for a while, Qinglan turned and made her way around to climb toward the back mountain. The path to the back mountain was already overgrown with weeds, making it nearly impossible to find a way. Qinglan relied solely on her memory and instincts, pulling at the grass and branches as she made her way upward.
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