After the first month, the trees turned green. With a few rains, wild vegetables sprang up everywhere in the fields.
On a muddy country path, Gu Lanyin rested in a small pavilion.
The mule behind him nibbled on tender leaves from the tree, and the hens hanging on both sides were motionless. In the hazy mist of rain, apart from the sound of raindrops, there seemed to be no other noise in the world.
Gu Lanyin wiped the rain from his face. His straw rain cape was heavy and damp. He looked at the rainwater flowing in the ditches and lifted the hem of his garment again.
Counting the days, He Ping'an was about to give birth.
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