Chapter 165: 257 chapters, a love that temporarily has no result

257 chapters, a love that temporarily has no result......

257 chapters, a love that temporarily has no result……

――――――Liu Guozong reveals the eighteenth secret scandal of Dream of the Red Chamber

Yucun, whose boss burned squid, had no money to rent a house; he temporarily lived in a ruined temple, earning a little money by writing small articles for others, barely making a living. This ruined temple has an interesting name: Hulü miao—a temple shaped like a gourd.

Next to Hulü miao lived a small boss surnamed Zhen. Zhen Xiaolaoban had a decent nature; although he had a little money, he never acted unkindly for wealth, his conscience was not bad, and he did not look down on the poor.

On the night of the fifteenth of the eighth month, the moonlight was good, very bright. Yucun, reading until his head swelled, felt lonely and restless, a bit annoyed, stifled.

Just then, Yucun suddenly heard a woman's cough outside the window. He stepped out to look. A woman was picking flowers under the moonlight. The moon shifted, the flower shadows moved—seemed as if a jade person had come—

Ah, this woman under the moon is too beautiful: you see, her eyebrows are clear and her eyes lovely, her appearance not ordinary. Her slender willow waist sways in the moonlight—how alluring!

Yucun looked at the person picking flowers under the moonlight, and stared blankly.

The slender-waisted little woman picking flowers in the moonlight just turned; she looked up and saw not far away a young man with a tiger back and bear waist, staring blankly at her in the moonlight.

The flower-picking woman was first startled, thinking a ruffian had set his sights on her. Upon looking again, it was not a ruffian, but the poor, failed scholar living in the ruined temple, the unlucky Jia Yucun.

The woman picking flowers in the moonlight was a maid in the Zhen Xiaolaoban household. This little maid, a village girl come to work, was kind-hearted. She had long known that a poor scholar lived in Hulü miao, sharing the same plight, both forgotten souls at the ends of the earth.

This maid of the Zhen family often wanted to say a word to him, to relieve the scholar's bitter boredom and loneliness, or to spare some spare change from time to time to help him.

But how could a little girl feel proper speaking to a strange man? So the little maid could only hide her pity, sympathy, and inexplicable affection deep in her heart.

Now the opportunity has come—the destitute scholar, under the moonlight, stares blankly at her. Is this intentional planting, or accidental insertion?

The beautiful little maid, thinking this, could not help but feel delighted: 'Could this poor scholar have fallen for me?'

The little maid couldn't help but glance back at Yucun again.

Jia Yucun looked at the beautiful woman under the moonlight, glanced once, then glanced again. His heart swelled with joy he could barely contain: 'Could this little beauty picking flowers in the moonlight have fallen for me?'

But how could that be possible? I'm now a penniless wretch—only a fool would love a penniless wretch, Yucun thought: I must study hard, write well, earn money, and wait until I have made it……

Not many years later, that former poor scholar, after struggling and striving, experiencing ups and downs, even upgrading his weapons, became a big boss.

Having become a big boss, Jia Yucun led a convoy, walking the streets in great glory. Jia the boss looked out from the carriage window and saw a young, beautiful woman standing at the roadside—wasn't she the little maid who used to pick flowers by Hulü miao under the moonlight? After all these years, are you still waiting for me? Do you still remember that backward glance from back then?

"Am I still waiting for you? ……"