The night was quiet, and the golden lamp and Black Peony in the yard were half hidden and half visible in the darkness, blurring their colors. The courtyard light gathered warm orange beams, softly spilling into the night.
Bangbangtang had a hearty meal, contentedly found its little nest, and nestled in to put on some autumn fat.
Sister Qian finished tidying up, glanced at the light lit in Mr. Su's room, smiled slightly, and returned to her own room.
By this light, Tu Hengsha was practicing calligraphy, stroke by stroke, based on what he had written... As for why she was practicing? It was because Tu Hengsha was discontented with Mr. Su's smug face of "vast knowledge." After Mr. Su pulled her into the room, she expressed with righteous indignation that they should do something of high value.
This is how the situation unfolded...
