Seven years after marrying the devoted second male lead, she came back.
She had quarreled with the male lead and stood in the rain at my doorstep:
“Brother Meng, I have nowhere else to go.”
My usually gentle and steady husband, Meng Heshu, lost his temper:
“I’ll go settle this with him!”
Even my seven-year-old son, Meng Bai, waved his fists:
“Fairy, don’t cry. When I grow up, I’ll marry you.”
While they all scrambled to cheer her up,
I was trapped on a fishing boat by a sudden downpour – I had gone out to buy river fish.
The boatman was shouting toward the shore, trying to attract passengers:
“Anyone else going to Qingzhou?”
I looked down at my basket – I had just bought three cutlassfish and had one tael of silver left.
I handed a tael of silver to the boatman and asked:
“How far can I get with one tael of silver?”
