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Fan Changyu finally endured the choking smoke. She blinked hard a few times and squeezed out the tears brought on by the smoke before feeling slightly better. When she looked up and saw Xie Zheng staring at her with an unreadable expression, she patted the top of her head.

\u201cDid I get ash in my hair?\u201d

The wind was strong right now, and plenty of ash from the burnt paper offerings had indeed settled on her hair and shoulders.

Xie Zheng withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes slightly as he nodded.

Fan Changyu casually brushed at herself a few times, but the ash only smeared further across her clothes.

Seeing this, Changning toddled over on her short little legs, puffed out her cheeks, and said, \u201cNing\u2019er will blow it off for you!\u201d

Fan Changyu lowered her head to let her little sister help blow away the ashes from her hair. Unfortunately, Changning was too small and lacked the strength to do much. Tugging at Xie Zheng\u2019s sleeve, she tilted her head up and said, \u201cBrother-in-law, you blow too.\u201d

Xie Zheng looked toward Fan Changyu.

She was half-squatting on the ground, letting her little sister fuss with the ashes on her head. From his angle, he could just see a section of her fair neck and half of her delicate side profile. Because she was speaking with her sister, a faint gentle smile lingered at the corners of her lips.

The moment Fan Changyu heard Changning ask Xie Zheng to help, she quickly raised her head and said, \u201cIt\u2019s mostly clean already, let\u2019s head ba\u2014\u201d

The last word stuck in her throat.

Xie Zheng had already raised his hand and was carefully brushing the ash and soot from her hair bit by bit.

His movements were extremely light, almost merely grazing her hair, yet the faint itch from his fingers moving through her strands still made her whole body stiffen for a moment.

It felt completely different from when she did it herself, though she could not explain exactly what was different.

After removing the last trace of ash from her hair, Xie Zheng withdrew his hand.

\u201cAll done.\u201d

Meeting those dark, unreadable eyes of his, Fan Changyu awkwardly squeezed out a dry, \u201cThank you.\u201d

\u2014

By the time they returned home after paying respects at the graves, it was nearly noon.

Fan Changyu stewed a pig trotter, sliced up a plate of cured sausage, reheated a bowl of previously steamed pork belly, and finally stir-fried a plate of preserved vegetables to cut through the richness. The three of them made do with that for lunch.

The preserved vegetables were made during harvest season. Greens were boiled, dried, and stored away. Every household in town knew how to make them. Apparently, the method had been invented during years of famine to preserve as much food as possible.

Compared to fresh greens, the dried vegetables carried a deeper, richer fragrance. After soaking them soft and chopping them finely, they were stir-fried with oil, ginger, and garlic. The taste was even more fragrant than meat.

After the meal, nearly half the meat dishes remained untouched, but the plate of preserved vegetables had been completely wiped clean.

The large bowl of fresh meat mixed with chopped organs beside the gyrfalcon\u2019s cage had also been licked clean. The bird was currently squinting its little bean-like eyes while grooming its feathers, which had turned somewhat dull and gray after being kept beside the fire pit.

After cleaning up the dishes, Fan Changyu took out the red couplet paper and lanterns she had bought earlier and began preparing them.

On New Year\u2019s Eve, hanging red lanterns and pasting Spring Festival couplets were indispensable traditions.

The brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone were all in Xie Zheng\u2019s room, so Fan Changyu carried a stack of red paper and knocked on his door.

Paper was spread across the desk, and the cracked inkstone already held freshly ground ink. As expected, he was once again seated at the crooked-legged desk writing something.

When his cool gaze swept toward her, Fan Changyu scratched her head and thick-skinnedly asked, \u201cUm\u2026 do you know how to write Spring Festival couplets?\u201d

Changning poked half her little head in through the doorway like a tiny tail, her eyes curving into crescents.

\u201cBrother-in-law writes couplets!\u201d

Xie Zheng moved aside the half-finished sheet he had been writing on and cleared space on the desk.

\u201cBring them here.\u201d

So Fan Changyu and her little tail of a sister squeezed into the room together.

After spreading the red paper across the desk, Xie Zheng dipped the brush heavily into the ink. Very little ink remained in the inkstone afterward, so he tilted his head slightly toward Fan Changyu and said, \u201cGrind some more ink for me.\u201d

Fan Changyu looked like she wanted to say something, but seeing him already writing the first bold and flowing character onto the paper, she felt too embarrassed to interrupt. She glanced at the ink stick, picked it up, and vigorously began grinding it in the inkstone.

By the time Xie Zheng\u2019s brush needed more ink and he reached to dip it again, he looked at the thick black sludge filling the inkstone and fell silent for a moment.

\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d

Enough? She had practically ground away half the ink stick just for a few couplets.

He could not help glancing at her hands.

But remembering her strength, he quickly found it unsurprising.

Fan Changyu laughed awkwardly.

\u201cI was going to ask how much I should grind before I started\u2026\u201d

She could read, and under the threat of her mother\u2019s vine switch she had barely learned to write too, but her handwriting was truly atrocious. Brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were expensive, so she rarely prepared ink herself. Back when her mother forced her to practice writing, her mother had always ground the ink beforehand and supervised her. She genuinely had no idea how much ink was considered enough.

Xie Zheng already seemed accustomed to situations like this.

\u201cIt\u2019s not a problem if there\u2019s too much. It\u2019s just a pity if it goes to waste.\u201d

Staring at the half-used ink stick she had worn down, Fan Changyu immediately felt pained.

Remembering that Aunt Zhao\u2019s household probably had not bought any couplets either, she brightened up.

\u201cThen let\u2019s write a set for Aunt Zhao\u2019s family too! And since there\u2019s still ink left, we can write a few more and stick them on each room door for a more festive atmosphere!\u201d

This was the first time Xie Zheng had ever heard of someone using couplets in such a way. His handsome brows furrowed slightly before amusement flickered through his heart, bringing with it a faint brightness he could not quite explain.

When he first met her, he had only found her crude and rough.

But now he felt that within that roughness was a vigorous vitality.

Like wild grass growing in barren fields\u2014untended, uncared for, surviving purely through savage determination. It could break frozen earth and split stone. It endured harsh winters and scorching summers. No matter whether frost or rain greeted the sprouts that emerged from the soil, the roots beneath continued burrowing deep into the earth, endlessly feeding the shoots strength to grow upward.

He glanced at the woman sitting beside the desk with her chin propped in her hand, watching him write, then dipped his brush into the dark ink and continued writing the second line of the couplet.

Snowflakes drifted through the half-open window lattice. The wind stirred his broad sleeves and also lifted Fan Changyu\u2019s hair. Just as he finished the line and she leaned closer to admire it, a strand of her hair lightly brushed across the back of his hand.

His brush paused.

A drop of ink fell onto the bottom of the couplet.

Fan Changyu gave a startled \u201cAh!\u201d and said apologetically, \u201cDid I distract you?\u201d

Xie Zheng withdrew his gaze.

\u201cNo. I just dipped too much ink.\u201d

Fan Changyu looked at the ruined couplet with some regret.

\u201cWhat a pity. The writing was so beautiful too\u2026 but it\u2019s fine! We can just hang this one outside me and Changning\u2019s room!\u201d

Xie Zheng raised his eyes and asked, \u201cYou like it?\u201d

Fan Changyu nodded. Looking carefully at the couplet, she read aloud the words written upon it.

\u201cWhen ice melts, spring waters stir; when snow fades, grass shoots emerge.\u201d

\u201cWhen the snow and ice melt, spring grass grows. I really like the meaning behind that.\u201d

As she spoke, she smiled at Xie Zheng.

\u201cMy mother also disliked those market-bought couplets filled with nothing but fortune and prosperity sayings.\u201d

That smile briefly stunned Xie Zheng. He said nothing, merely lowered his eyes and lifted the brush again. With a few quick strokes around the ink blot, the stain that had ruined the entire couplet transformed into a beautifully artistic patch of wild grass.

Both Fan Changyu and Changning let out simultaneous sounds of surprise, delight obvious in their eyes.

Fan Changyu picked up the couplet and examined it repeatedly.

\u201cYou can paint too?\u201d

\u201cJust a little.\u201d

Fan Changyu stared at the vivid little cluster of wild grass painted beneath the couplet.

\u201cThat\u2019s more than enough.\u201d

Then she glanced at Xie Zheng several more times and said, \u201cI think you could make a lot of money selling paintings and calligraphy on the street too!\u201d

With his looks and skill, plenty of young ladies would definitely line up to buy his paintings.

The corners of Xie Zheng\u2019s lips had lifted slightly from her praise, but flattened again upon hearing the latter half.

\u201cI don\u2019t paint things that don\u2019t suit my heart.\u201d

Fan Changyu knew his temper had always been bad, so such an answer did not surprise her. She continued watching him write the horizontal scroll.

The words he wrote were:

\u201cEndure Until Spring Comes.\u201d

The calligraphy was forceful and powerful, carrying the same resilient vitality as wild grass breaking through frozen soil.

Fan Changyu had already loved the couplet itself. Upon seeing the horizontal scroll, she became even more satisfied.

To make the set feel more harmonious, Xie Zheng added a few more strokes of wild grass onto the horizontal scroll and upper line as well.

Fan Changyu happily placed the finished couplets on a cabinet nearby to dry.

Since the ink blot had already been transformed away and the red paper she bought was only enough for three sets, yet she still wanted a pair for Aunt Zhao\u2019s family, she immediately decided this particular set would be hung on the main gate.

The couplet Xie Zheng wrote for the elderly Zhao couple was an auspicious one blessing longevity and peace.

When writing the final set, Changning grabbed onto the desk with both hands, standing on tiptoe and craning her neck.

\u201cNing\u2019er wants to write too!\u201d

Since the final pair was only for hanging inside their own home, Fan Changyu simply found the strip of paper meant for the horizontal scroll. After asking Xie Zheng to think up a suitable phrase and write it out, she guided Changning\u2019s hand and had her copy over it.

Together they finished the horizontal scroll, and Fan Changyu herself wrote the upper line in her own dog-crawling handwriting.

Though ugly, she still looked quite satisfied with it.

Stuffing the brush back into Xie Zheng\u2019s hand, she said, \u201cYou write the lower line.\u201d

Xie Zheng stared silently for a moment at the huge characters that nearly overflowed off the paper. Then he wrote the second line in wildly cursive calligraphy so the mismatch no longer looked quite so strange.

All the calligraphy styles he used deliberately avoided resembling his real handwriting, ensuring no one familiar with his writing could recognize him.

Fan Changyu had intended to stop there, but at some point Changning had already slipped out of the room and returned carrying the gyrfalcon from the cage in the main hall.

Eyes sparkling brightly, she looked at Fan Changyu.

\u201cLet\u2019s stamp Falcon\u2019s footprints too!\u201d

Her method of holding the bird was extremely practiced: one chubby hand around its belly and the other gripping its neck, as though if the bird refused to cooperate she would simply carry it by the throat.

Meeting the gyrfalcon\u2019s horrified and helpless eyes, Xie Zheng felt his mood turn somewhat complicated.

These sisters truly had to be blood-related.

Fan Changyu rubbed the feathers atop the bird\u2019s head and thought for a moment.

\u201cAlright!\u201d

She brought over the inkstone, grabbed one of the gyrfalcon\u2019s claws and dabbed it in ink before stamping a neat little falcon footprint beside Changning\u2019s horizontal scroll.

Still traumatized from being smacked on the head before, the gyrfalcon kept its wings tightly tucked and did not dare move at all. Only its tiny bean-like eyes remained wide open, looking pitiful and confused.

After stamping the footprint, Fan Changyu cleaned the ink off the bird\u2019s claws with a damp cloth before saying to Changning, \u201cTake it back.\u201d

Changning happily carried the bird away and returned it to the cage in the main hall.

Fan Changyu then went to the kitchen to fetch the leftover rice paste from lunch. She first pasted up the couplet jointly created by the three humans and one falcon onto the doorway of the main hall before taking the rice paste outside to hang the \u201cEndure Until Spring Comes\u201d couplet.

When the Zhao couple heard Xie Zheng had also written a pair for them, they came outside to watch Fan Changyu help hang the fresh red couplets. They smiled so hard their mouths nearly split open.

Other neighbors passing through the alley saw them and curiously asked, \u201cChangyu, your husband can write couplets too?\u201d

Aunt Zhao had always hated seeing Fan Changyu looked down upon because of Song Yan, so hearing the question, she immediately boasted proudly:

\u201cOf course he can! That young man can read and write too. Just look at this handwriting\u2014it\u2019s even better than the couplets sold on the street!\u201d

In a small place like this, simply being literate already counted as a talent. Even becoming a mere elementary scholar raised one\u2019s status tremendously in marriage arrangements.

The woman nodded repeatedly after seeing the writing.

\u201cIt\u2019s no worse than the couplets Song Yan used to write every year. Changyu really knows how to choose a husband!\u201d

Then she smiled at Fan Changyu.

\u201cCan your husband write a set for this auntie too?\u201d

In previous years during New Year, Song Yan would set up a stall at the market to write couplets and earn extra money. He never charged neighbors in the alley, only asking them to bring their own red paper. Even so, most still brought small gifts as thanks.

This year, with Song Yan\u2019s family having moved away, hiring someone else to write couplets cost over ten copper coins, and buying ready-made ones was not cheap either. Most households in the alley had not prepared any.

Thinking of Xie Zheng\u2019s bad temper, Fan Changyu tactfully declined.

\u201cSorry, Auntie, we didn\u2019t buy extra red paper.\u201d

The woman immediately said, \u201cThis auntie still has leftover paper from previous years!\u201d

At some point, Xie Zheng had appeared by the doorway. Seeing him, the woman smiled brightly.

\u201cChangyu\u2019s husband, do you have time to write a couplet for this auntie?\u201d

What kind of bizarre title was \u201cChangyu\u2019s husband\u201d?

Afraid his sharp tongue might say something cutting, Fan Changyu was just about to decline again on his behalf when she heard him say:

\u201cBring the paper.\u201d

Fan Changyu blinked in surprise.

The woman, however, was overjoyed and immediately turned around.

\u201cWait right there! I\u2019ll go get it now!\u201d

It was as though she feared he might change his mind the next second.

Thinking he had likely agreed only out of consideration for her, Fan Changyu followed him back into the courtyard and softly said, \u201cIf you don\u2019t want to do it, you really don\u2019t have to force yourself.\u201d

Xie Zheng lifted his eyes indifferently.

\u201cWhen did I say I didn\u2019t want to?\u201d

Fan Changyu: \u201c…\u201d

Who was the one who had earlier claimed he wouldn\u2019t paint anything that didn\u2019t suit his heart?

Well, fine. Painting was painting. Writing a few words probably didn\u2019t matter. She was overthinking it.

Very soon, the auntie returned carrying red paper. But she was not alone. Several other women and elderly ladies followed behind her, all carrying their own sheets of red paper.

The moment they saw Fan Changyu, they greeted her with cheerful smiles.

\u201cWe heard your husband was writing couplets, and our family hasn\u2019t done ours yet this year either, so we shamelessly came together.\u201d

Knowing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were expensive, none of them came empty-handed. One household that had made tofu brought over a bowl. Another wrapped up pieces of homemade rice candy and handed them directly to Changning as snacks.

Looking at the gifts everyone brought, Fan Changyu found herself unable to refuse them, yet also unable to answer on Xie Zheng\u2019s behalf. In the end, she could only look toward him.

He had already moved the brush, ink, and inkstone from the south room into the main hall. Catching Fan Changyu\u2019s gaze, he merely said calmly:

\u201cAunties, please sit first.\u201d

That meant he had agreed.

So Fan Changyu invited everyone to sit around the fire pit and warm themselves.

Xie Zheng did not simply start writing immediately. Before each set, he would first ask what kind of meaning or blessing they hoped the couplet would convey before finally putting brush to paper.

Within the drifting snow and flowing wind, the way he held the brush appeared composed and tranquil.

When it was an old grandmother from the end of the alley\u2019s turn to request a couplet, she clearly did not know how to express the kind she wanted. Her dialect was thick, and her explanation rambled awkwardly.

Yet there was not the slightest impatience on Xie Zheng\u2019s face.

To hear her clearly, he even lowered his head slightly and tilted an ear toward her attentively.

Sitting by the fire pit, Fan Changyu felt somewhat surprised seeing this scene.

In her impression, his temper had always been poor and his personality proud. She had never expected him to possess such a refined and gentle side.

After finishing the couplet, he read it aloud to the old woman and explained its meaning. She nodded repeatedly, smiling so widely that the wrinkles on her face blossomed like flowers.

Resting her chin on one hand while watching him, Fan Changyu somehow found herself smiling too.

Suddenly, Xie Zheng lifted his eyes and met her smiling gaze directly.

Fan Changyu\u2019s heart abruptly skipped a beat. The smile on her face stiffened instantly, and she silently turned away to warm herself by the fire.

Once word spread that Xie Zheng was helping write couplets too, news passed from one household to another until over half the alley\u2019s residents came seeking his help. It was nearly evening before people finally stopped knocking at the door.

The gifts everyone brought in exchange for the couplets\u2014snacks, homemade dishes, and treats\u2014had piled high across the table.

When Xie Zheng finally sat beside the fire pit, Fan Changyu noticed he was discreetly rubbing his wrist the whole time.

She teased him, \u201cYour hand\u2019s sore, isn\u2019t it?\u201d

He only answered, \u201cIt\u2019s fine.\u201d

Fan Changyu secretly snorted to herself.

This man really was stubborn.

Seeing that the sky was growing dark, she lit the large red lanterns and prepared to hang them in the courtyard.

In previous years, hanging lanterns had always been her father\u2019s task. Fan Changyu lacked experience, and the bamboo pole she found was too short to reach.

\u201cNing\u2019er, help me bring a stool!\u201d

Changning was sitting at the doorway eating rice candy. Every few bites, she broke off a little piece and tossed it onto the ground for the gyrfalcon to peck at too.

Hearing Fan Changyu\u2019s words, she immediately turned and shouted inside:

\u201cBrother-in-law, help Sister hang the lantern!\u201d

Fan Changyu had just been about to complain that this child was getting increasingly good at ordering people around when Xie Zheng already walked out.

He was not carrying a stool. Instead, he walked straight over and naturally took the bamboo pole from Fan Changyu\u2019s hands. His palm lightly brushed across the back of her hand, just like when he had taught her how to break moves in the pine forest before.

Only this time, mixed into the cool and refreshing scent around him was the faint fragrance of dried tangerine candy.

\u201cAll done.\u201d

After hanging the lantern beneath the eaves, he stepped back, and that faint tangerine scent drifted farther away too.

Fan Changyu suddenly felt awkward all over again and dryly squeezed out another, \u201cThank you.\u201d

Dinner consisted of the leftover stewed pig trotters from lunch, along with several specialty New Year dishes gifted by neighbors who had come for couplets. Fan Changyu reheated a few dishes, then set a small pot over the fire pit. She sliced fresh meat, tofu, and winter bamboo shoots, added a plate of braised offal, and mixed a raw egg into sliced pig liver before cooking everything directly in the bubbling broth.

She had seen guests at Yixiang Tower often order this kind of hotpot during the days she helped prepare braised meat there.

Curious, she had asked what it was called. Chef Li told her it was a dish specially created by Shopkeeper Yu. Other restaurants served hotpot too, but none tasted as good as Yixiang Tower\u2019s.

Since Yixiang Tower was also closed for New Year\u2019s Eve and New Year\u2019s Day, Shopkeeper Yu had gifted her several blocks of solidified spicy red oil base to take home for the holiday.

Fan Changyu had no idea how the spicy base was made. It contained Sichuan peppercorns, bay leaves, star anise, and various spices. Once boiled into water, it turned into a brilliantly red soup base. The meat cooked in it tasted even better than the spicy blood curd soup she had made previously.

It was just incredibly spicy.

Changning both craved it and feared it. By the end of the meal, her lips were swollen from the heat.

Fan Changyu also found the hotpot overwhelmingly spicy and unbearable. She went to fetch a jar of light rice wine. She had already poured a cup for Xie Zheng before suddenly remembering his injuries.

Fan Changyu immediately took his cup back and placed it before herself.

\u201cI forgot. You\u2019re injured, so you can\u2019t drink.\u201d

The moment Xie Zheng smelled the wine, he knew it was weak alcohol.

\u201cRice wine is fine.\u201d

Fan Changyu ignored him entirely and poured him a cup of warm tea instead.

\u201cThe doctor said you can\u2019t touch alcohol before your injuries heal.\u201d

Changning stared eagerly at Fan Changyu\u2019s wine cup.

\u201cNing\u2019er wants some too.\u201d

Fan Changyu poured her a cup of warm tea as well.

\u201cChildren can\u2019t drink alcohol. Drink tea with your brother-in-law.\u201d

Xie Zheng: \u201c…\u201d

The hotpot was truly addictively spicy. Yet the more it burned, the more one wanted to keep eating. By the end, Fan Changyu was practically drinking the rice wine like water.

Her lips burned painfully, and when she reached to pour herself another cup, she realized she had unknowingly finished over half the jar.

Fan Changyu stared blankly.

\u201cHow did I drink so much\u2026\u201d

Then she comforted herself.

\u201cIt\u2019s fine. This wine probably isn\u2019t strong enough to get someone drunk.\u201d

Her face was already flushed red, but since both Xie Zheng and Changning had also been reddened from the spice, Xie Zheng could not tell whether the redness on her face came from the alcohol, the hotpot, or both.

He pushed the teapot toward her.

\u201cDrink some tea to sober up.\u201d

Fan Changyu\u2019s mind was already sluggish now. After thinking for a long while, she somehow concluded that he was mocking her poor alcohol tolerance.

Stubbornly, she poured herself another cup of wine and puffed out her cheeks.

\u201cMy alcohol tolerance is great! My father could drink an entire jar of strong liquor, and I could drink half a jar! What\u2019s a little rice wine?\u201d

Xie Zheng watched helplessly as she tilted back her head and downed the entire cup in one gulp. Then her almond eyes slowly narrowed further and further until, with a little nod of her head, she collapsed onto the low table and fell asleep.

Xie Zheng: \u201c…\u201d

That little child was also the sort to grow sleepy after eating her fill. Clutching the New Year red envelope her sister had given her, Changning\u2019s breathing had already long since turned soft and even.

Thus, on this New Year\u2019s Eve vigil, only Xie Zheng remained awake.

The lanterns beneath the eaves cast warm light over the drifting snowfall, while distant firecrackers exploded somewhere along the streets.

Xie Zheng looked toward the woman sleeping soundly across the low table.

Half her face glowed red in the firelight. Just looking at her made one feel that if he touched her skin with his fingertips, it would probably be both very warm and very soft.

He watched quietly for a while before shifting his gaze away. Picking up the wine jar from the table, he poured himself another cup.

One leg bent loosely, one hand resting atop his knee, his posture relaxed as he slowly sipped the wine while gazing out at the snowy night beyond the doorway.

Perhaps it was because of the warmth from the fire pit.

Or perhaps because the lantern light beneath the eaves was too gentle.

But at this moment, his heart felt more peaceful than ever before.

Sixteen years after the Battle of Jinzhou, he finally understood once again\u2014

So this was what celebrating the New Year felt like.

He drank the remaining half jar little by little, yet not the slightest trace of drunkenness appeared in his eyes.

At midnight, fireworks burst throughout the town.

He looked toward the woman across the table who merely murmured in her sleep at the sound before drifting back into deeper slumber, and softly said:

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