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Every time she saw him, Qinglan's eyes were filled with curiosity and admiration. Therefore, whenever they crossed paths, she would make way for him and insist that those around her do the same, even though he had never looked at her once.
In fact, Qinglan was an extremely beautiful little girl with jet-black hair adorned with a purple-gold crown. Her large, sparkling eyes and delicate pointed chin gave her an air of elegance, making her appear like a very well-behaved and fragile little girl.
But in reality, she was a very stubborn and headstrong girl.
Not long after An Shaojie passed by Qinglan and the others, Liu Xiuzhen couldn't help but spit in his direction.
"Hmph! The son of a widow, still so arrogant. Just look at what your mother is—a vixen, shamelessly showing her face in public," Liu Xiuzhen said through gritted teeth, spitting again in disdain.
"Mother!" Qinglan whined playfully as she nudged Liu Xiuzhen's arm. "We live in the countryside; where are the streets? Where is the market?"
"I was just using it as a metaphor!" Liu Xiuzhen rolled her eyes at Qinglan and gave an awkward smile.
Qinglan tilted her head and pouted. "Hmph! You think I don't know? You learned that from Father. He often says to you, 'A woman should not show herself off everywhere.' Hmph!"
Qinglan smiled at Liu Xiuzhen, revealing a pair of shallow dimples on her cheeks. Her innocent smile exuded charm and gentleness, lightness and friendliness.
Looking at Qinglan, Liu Xiuzhen's heart softened instantly. She pulled her hand out from Qinglan's arm and gently stroked Qinglan's coarse black hair with her rough palm, smiling shyly.
Whenever Liu Xiuzhen accidentally swore in front of Qinglan, she would feel slightly embarrassed.
This was because she believed her daughter was pure. Although she didn't know what purity meant, she had her own standards and interpretations in her heart: one should not speak of such filthy things in front of her.
Although the women in the village often spoke carelessly and without restraint, Liu Xiuzhen stubbornly believed that such talk should not occur in front of her daughter.
She thought about it, but having grown accustomed to the coarse language of the countryside, Liu Xiuzhen would sometimes let slip her sharp tongue when she was angry. However, whenever she turned around or glanced sideways and saw her daughter Qinglan beside her, she would abruptly rein in her biting words.
Though Qinglan was only about five years old, having grown up in the village, she understood the meaning of "widow" and "seductress," but she did not grasp the true implications of those terms as used by her mother.
All she knew was that Mother had always disliked An Shaojie's mother and even harbored some resentment towards her, often calling her a "living widow" and a "seductress," which led Qinglan to dislike An Shaojie as well.
As soon as An Shaojie disappeared from Liu Xiuzhen's line of sight, her mood improved, and she chatted and joked with Qinglan all the way to Liu Family Village.
In early spring, Liu Family Village was already adorned with lush willows and blooming peach and pear trees, nestled among the mountains.
Upon entering the village, facing south was Dazhuang of Liu Family Village, home to over twenty households. The ancestral tombs on the mountain behind the village and the Qingshan Mouth and White Tiger Head in front resembled armrests on either side of a chair, enclosing Dazhuang within.
Across from Dazhuang was a small village with only five or six households facing a pond, surrounded on three sides by lush bamboo. It took just a few hundred meters to walk around the pond from Dazhuang to reach the small village.
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