Being teenage girls, and simple farm girls at that, they became fast friends. After just a few words, the courtyard was filled with their chattering and non-stop, crisp laughter. Hearing it from the pigsty where he was shoveling manure, Zheng Changhe smiled happily—'Finally, some girls have come to play with our Juhua!'
While sewing a shoe insole, Meizi glanced at Juhua's face veil and said, "Juhua, you look really nice with your face covered like that. I'm going to make a veil for myself when I get home. Oh! Why don't you use a brighter color? A peach-pink one would definitely look pretty."
Juhua couldn't help but laugh. 'What is this? It's not a case of an ugly girl poorly imitating a beauty, but a beauty imitating... well, someone plain.'
She smiled and said to Meizi, "I only cover my face because I'm afraid of scaring little kids. You have such a pretty face; if you cover it up, wouldn't that be a waste?"
All the girls burst out laughing.
