In the other room, Lu Yuan patted Su Liyan and whispered, "A little louder!"
Lu Yuan was very satisfied with Su Liyan's cooperation and lavished praise on his wife.
Su Liyan whispered, "You're so naughty!"
Su Liyan's family home in Changliu Village consisted of two tile-roofed buildings—the east house and the west house.
Su Liyan was in the east house and her mother was in the west, the two of them acting in concert, calling back and forth to one another.
It was a cold night. Outside, a bitter wind howled... Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
The perfect fusion of Western and Eastern instruments, together composing a magnificent score!
Early the next morning, when Lu Yuan and Su Liyan got out of bed, Su Liyan's father was in the courtyard sweeping snow. Su Liyan's mother was sitting by the opening of the earthen kang's firebox, feeding firewood into it.
White smoke billowed from the chimney, the scene a perfect picture of rustic, countryside life.
