In my previous life, I was the most downtrodden legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's residence. My birth mother died young, and my stepmother, under the guise of "it's for your o...
"Good idea!" Everyone echoed, and the voice came like a tide.
Then the Wanxiang Garden became lively again, and everyone vied to choose their favorite poems and asked me to copy them on the gold-sprinkled rice paper. Miss Wu's "Chestnut Blossoms," Miss Li's "Soy Sauce Sticks Yellow," and my "Hide and Seek in the Dung Pile" were all copied neatly.
Mo Zhu was grinding ink on the side and whispered, "Miss, do you think Jiang Zhuangyuan will laugh out loud when he receives these poems?" Mo Zhu's eyes flashed with curiosity.
I watched the ink marks dancing on the rice paper, as if they were a record of our joy. I thought of Jiang Yan's smiling eyes and wrote four words at the beginning of the scroll: "Miscellaneous Records of Wonderful Fun."
"It's better to laugh your teeth off," I whispered, "than to have a stern face and be the top scorer." There was a hint of mischief in my voice.
The snow continued to fall, the flakes dancing in the air like fairies. Yet, in the warm room, a spring atmosphere permeated the air, as if spring had arrived early. Watching the sisters chattering about their next gathering, I suddenly felt that this winter seemed exceptionally warm. And the sudden appearance of Jiang Zhuangyuan was like a faint green shadow in this first snowfall, arriving unexpectedly, yet somehow... carrying a different meaning.
I just wonder what he would look like when he receives this "fun" gift? Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing, which made Miss Li curious and asked, "What are you laughing at, Sister Su?" Miss Li's eyes were full of curiosity.
"Nothing," I shook my head and inserted the bookmark into the poem I had just copied. "I just feel that this 'Fun Club' will be more interesting in the future." I said with a smile, my eyes full of anticipation for the future.
The snow outside the window reflects the palace lanterns, a light like a dreamy veil, illuminating the room with laughter and the scent of ink. And I know that my "wonderful" life has just begun, just like the snowflakes dancing in the sky, full of infinite possibilities and beautiful aspirations.