As we left the palace, it began to snow.
The snowfall was quite heavy, and soon the ground was covered in a layer of white. Pedestrians on the road were hurrying along.
Mu Run leaned back in the carriage, lifted the curtain, and gazed at the snow scene outside.
Fu Lu looked at her delicate beaded shoes that she had taken off at the carriage door, especially the pair of pearls on the toes of the shoes.
"That's a Dragon Ball, isn't it?"
"Hmm?" Mu Run turned around and saw him staring at her shoes. She replied, "Yes. My husband made them for me."
"He made shoes for you?" Fu Lu was somewhat surprised.
Mu Run said, "When he has free time, he usually makes small things for me and the children, like jewelry, mechanical toys, and so on. Especially in the last year..."
When Fu Yunchen knew he was going to die, he spent almost every day making various arrangements for her and the children, and in the end he would only rest for a while if she forced him to.
"Mother—Mother—where are you?" Suddenly, a child's crying voice came into the carriage.
Mu Run looked outside almost reflexively.
In the middle of the street stood a little boy, about six or seven years old, wearing a coarse cloth coat covered with patches. His messy hair was covered with snowflakes, and his dirty little face was red from the cold. He was sniffling and crying.
Instantly, Mu Run's heart softened completely. She put on her pearl-embroidered shoes and jumped off the carriage.
Seeing that she had gone downstairs, Fu Lu followed her.
"What's wrong, little one? Did you get separated from your mother?" Mu Run squatted down in front of the little boy, looking him in the eye.
The little boy had never seen such a beautiful woman as Mu Run before, especially in her gorgeous fox fur coat. He instinctively took a step back, afraid that the mud on his clothes would get on her.
She nodded timidly, "Yes, I can't find my mother."
"What's your name? Do you remember where you live?" Mu Run's voice was extremely gentle, looking at the little boy as if she were looking at Huanhuan and Tuantuan.
The little boy replied, "My name is Daman. I live in Xisan Village. My mother, my older brother, and I have come to the capital to visit relatives."
"West Third Village?" Mu Run looked at Fu Lu.
Fu Lu replied, "Go out of the west gate and follow the official road for more than twenty li to the foot of the western mountain."
"Isn't it a bit late to leave the city now?" Mu Run looked at Da Man. "Do you know where our relatives who are visiting live?"
"I don't know." Daman shook his head.
Mu Run walked towards the roadside. "Da Man, let's wait for your mother by the roadside. It's dangerous in the middle of the road; that's the lane for vehicles."
"Okay." Daman followed Murun to the roadside.
There happened to be a stall selling glutinous rice balls under a makeshift tent nearby. The steaming hot food looked so comforting.
"How about I treat you to some glutinous rice balls?" Mu Run pointed to the glutinous rice ball stall.
Daman licked his lips. "I...I have no money."
"Hehe, like I said, it's my treat, so you don't need to pay," Mu Run said with a smile.
"But why did you treat me to a meal?"
"Because... I don't like eating alone. I'll be very happy if you eat with me."
"Then I'll eat with you."
"Okay, thank you Daman."
"No...you're welcome." Da Man's cheeks were flushed as she followed Mu Run to the glutinous rice ball stall.
"Boss, what kind of fillings do you have?" Mu Run asked.
The shopkeeper replied, "Red date paste and osmanthus, sesame, and mixed nuts. What would you like, young lady?"
"Can we cook them together? I'd like to try them all."
"Yes, yes."
As dusk settled, I looked out over the hilly land.
Fu Lu replied, "I don't need it."
Mu Run said, "Okay, then two bowls will do."
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