Chapter 17: Night Pear

  After listening to Zhen Wan's words, Hua Oh let out a sound and said, "So it wasn't someone who ran away."

  The initial panic had subsided, and although she hung her head, Zhen Wan no longer trembled. "Sister Shi and I are both homeless orphans; apart from this small hut, there's nowhere else to go, so why would we run?"

  "You're here, you heard someone coming in, why didn't you make a sound? You scared me to death opening the door so suddenly, I thought it was something unclean." Afraid of ghosts, she even dared not say the word "ghost".

  The Taoist nun paused for a moment, her soft voice slightly tense, "Zhen Wan woke up late."

  There is a flower with a picky mouth, not only for food, but also for people. "Not serving the master of the house, nor attending to the elder sister, but instead letting you have a few comfortable days. What to do? We'll come to your door and disturb the fairy maiden's quiet cultivation."

  The Daoist nun's body stiffened, "No... it wasn't intentional, I was just lazy and slow to attend to the guests. Please don't blame me, young masters and miss." The three were dressed in ordinary clothes, but their aura was intimidating, making her not dare to slack off.

  Miss Hua took the opportunity to speak up, "You don't think it's a bother. We came to sweep the tomb, and it's not good to live in the wilderness outside the city. I heard that this place is quiet, so we came to borrow a room for a few nights. Our luggage is on the carriage, you go with this young master to fetch it. He's not a young lord, you don't have to be polite to him."

  The Taoist nun repeatedly nodded in agreement and went out with Wu Guo to fetch their luggage.

  There's a flower in her heart, feeling pleased with herself for not having to be a laborer. Looking at Nan Yue Lan, she doesn't say anything and walks towards the corner pavilion. However, she can't put on too big of an air in front of the real young lady, so she tightly follows up and asks, "Why aren't you speaking?"

  She used to get angry with me like this in the past, but it's been different for the past four months. However, I couldn't help but retort a few words back at her, and my silence made her very uncomfortable.

  "You've said it well, no need for me to add more words." Smiling, with a straightforward expression.

  Now, Nan Yue Lan Sheng, who doesn't like to show off, puts all her calculations in her heart. She obviously comes from a large family, but is born out of wedlock, and has a strong mother and a strong personal bodyguard. In a world where everyone seems stronger than herself, she won't use pride or arrogance to create unnecessary enemies for herself.

  There is a flower on her mouth.

  As I walked into the pavilion to admire the statue of Guanyin, Nan Yue Lan suddenly asked, "Is Taoist hermitage also offering Guanyin?" This is a space where Taoism and Buddhism coexist, each with their own clear boundaries.

  "This is Guanyin who grants marriage luck, probably trying to attract more female customers." Huahua didn't find it strange.

  "It's also true that Guanyin is the most popular, she's in charge of matchmaking and sending children, saving people from suffering." Nan Yue Lan Sheng instructed, "I want to burn incense, can you help me find some in the nunnery? Oh, and an incense burner too."

  She turned around with a huff and muttered to herself as she walked away, "I've been worshiping Guanyin all this time, but I don't even have an incense burner?"

  Nan Yue Lan sat with her back to the flowers, secretly criticizing this girl for being white and clever. She sat down at the stone table, and after a while, she saw Zhen Wan carrying two large bundles into a side room on the south side. Looking back, Wu Guo was hanging a worn-out cloth bag from his shoulder, without any intention of helping others. That bitter face actually had no compassion for strangers, even if the other person was a more beautiful woman than You Hua.

  You Hua took the censer and incense, Nan Yue Lan Sheng lit one and inserted it.

  The Taoist nun came over timidly, fixed her gaze on the rising green smoke in front of Guanyin, and said, "The small hut is simple, outside the incense hall, there are only three rooms to live in. One room belongs to me and my sister. One room belongs to our master, with a memorial tablet still being worshipped, and one guest room. Zhenwan has cleaned up the guest room, but it's a bit cramped for this guest..."

  Zhen Wan glanced at him in vain and lowered her eyes, seemingly uncertain about what to call him. "Let this young man stay in the thatched cottage."

  There is a flower hall, "The firewood house can't be used, this kid always sleeps on the brick floor under the corridor."

  "Absolutely not!" Zhen Wan hastily replied, then softened her tone, "Guests shouldn't be made to sleep on the floor. The woodshed is quite clean and the weather isn't cold yet."

  "How old is Dao Girl this year?" Nan Yue Lan Sheng asked, naturally changing the subject.

  "Seventeen." The Taoist nun replied with special respect when Nan Yue Lan was born.

  "No more donations, I thought it would be a simple and humble life, but this temple has elegant scenery and the Taoist nun is indeed clever."

  The Taoist nun smiled shyly and exchanged polite words with Nan Yue Lan, chatting for nearly half a day before saying she had to go pick vegetables in the backyard to prepare for her vegetarian meal.

  The flower watched the Taoist nun disappear, then turned to Nan Yue and said, "A nun not only recognizes characters but also reads those useless books. I really don't know how Master brought up his disciples. However, you can say the book title, which surprises me."

  "It was heard from Dr. Tea." Nan Yue Lan Sheng wore a suit of young lady's attire, but had no money on her person, and everything she bought had to be paid for by You Hua. She also saw that there wasn't even one book in the house, so she simply pretended to be illiterate. Reborn as someone who didn't understand poetry or literature, she completely couldn't take the path of a talented young lady who shocks the world.

  Before she knew it, the night had fallen. Nan Yue couldn't get used to going to bed with the sunset and getting up with the sunrise. She went out of her room as usual, took out a brush pen and paper for her daily writing practice. She could not read books, but she absolutely could not stop writing.

  The greatest comfort in coming here is that the dull and outdated history has become a thrilling personal experience, various types of eaves, the dougong structure that supports the roof, even the carved grass pattern on a single tile, she can indulge in it for half a day, a whole day, or several days, avoiding her own miserable interest in chasing butterflies.

  She is a top-notch student in architectural design, having entered the final round of interviews at several top architecture firms, with a promising future ahead. For now, she has only set herself the task of "excavation", digesting a large amount of ancient building knowledge. She still doesn't know how far she can go, or if she'll have the opportunity to showcase her talents here, because her understanding of this world is still shallow.

  Just finished drawing the small courtyard of Pear Cold Hermitage, thinking of adding more details, Nan Yue Lian Sheng heard a commotion. Opening the window, she saw a firelight shaking in the black night to the east, with shouting and laughter sounding continuous and joyful. Judging from the noise, it felt like there were over a hundred people outside, completely destroying the atmosphere of Pear Cold Hermitage.

  There were flowers rubbing their eyes and walking in, thick branches and big leaves couldn't see the southern orchid. A paper was picked up and put into her sleeve, "What a racket! - Hmm... not asleep yet?" The question was indeed there, this person sat so upright, what's going on?

  Nan Yue Lan stood up and pushed open the window with a creak, a paper ball accurately thrown into the lantern turned to smoke again. "Go take a look."

  After she came here, she became extremely fond of watching lively scenes. No TV, no internet, and working as a laborer is impossible in this place, when there's wind, hurry up to fan the fire.

  There was no need to see Hua Lan's subtle movements, only a sense of intimacy in her demeanor that couldn't be put into words. She awkwardly struggled free, "You're the young lady from a wealthy family, you shouldn't be the first one to appear. You stay inside, I'll go take a look."

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