Bab 128: Love in the Old Times

It would have been an exaggeration to call Qin Guan the Qin Village phoenix. Villagers considered him a good-looking boy, just like a golden pheasant occasionally flying out of the forest, showing off its shiny feathers to the hunters.

Qin Guan was not aware of their thoughts. He just liked to play with his little friends and his brothers and sisters. There was nothing interesting going on in the countryside in the winter. Most young people just stayed at home and played cards. Qin Guan liked to play with teenagers though.

There were so many interesting things to do, including but not limited to, riding a goat in reverse, provoking cats and dogs, and digging into hibernating snakes’ holes. They didn't return until it was dark. Qin Guan led the dirty monkeys back home. His grandma wiped the dirt off their clothes with a broom, warning them, "Don't go out in the evening. There are no lights out there, you will sprain your feet in the dark!"