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- Changes made:
- Removed: “So no wonder I still haven’t gotten married.”
- Removed: “Mother, who had recently quit gambling and was eating and sleeping well, had gained some weight.”
- Content removed:
- References to the younger sister’s comment about not being married.
- Details regarding mother’s recent lifestyle changes.
- Summary:
- Extraneous details that did not contribute to the plot or theme were removed for clarity. The focus remains on the familial dynamics and the conversation regarding the elder brother’s situation.
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Embarrassed and angry, she started chasing the younger sister around the yard.
Father was delighted that I had come to discuss history with him. As soon as I brought up the topic of “dragon and broken sleeve,” he immediately searched through a room full of historical records, finding several sources to detail the origin of “dragon,” famous historical figures associated with it, and various stories about it.
I saw that father seemed quite open-minded, without any contempt for “dragon” individuals, so I carefully asked about the hypothetical scenario of the elder brother being a “broken sleeve.”
Father pondered for a moment. “According to historical records, the founding emperor of the Great Ji Kingdom was also a ‘broken sleeve’ who loved a man and even specially ennobled him and entrusted him with the kingdom’s secrets. But the royal bloodline of Great Ji was still passed down. So ‘broken sleeves’ can also continue the family line…”
I breathed a sigh of relief. With father’s support, the chances of success would be much higher.
“But!” Father shook his head, stroking his beard dramatically: “Since the beginning of heaven and earth, firmness represents yang, softness represents yin, and the harmony of yin and yang is the original creation. Men loving men goes against the fundamental principle of creation and is unacceptable!”
I extinguished my hope and returned home dejectedly.
An Jin saw my listless state and suggested returning to the room to talk and relieve my inner frustration. I shook my head, indicating I had no mood for “ascending Mount Wu” at this moment.
An Jin’s expression was strange, seeming to both laugh and be embarrassed. After a while, he put his hand on my shoulder and said:
“I meant talking about our feelings, just chatting, not what A Yao is thinking.”
