Chapter 72: Chapter 55 Dai Sanlang_4
Sister Song shook herself out of her reverie, thinking it’s no wonder Widow Sun managed to coax her late husband into putting all the land deeds in her name. Forget about men, even she, a woman, couldn’t help but feel her bones go soft at the sound of Widow Sun’s delicate voice.
Sister Song glanced at the carefully coordinated clothes Widow Sun was wearing and then thought of Dai Sanlang’s greasy, swollen figure, and couldn’t help thinking that although Dai Sanlang was a good man, to be fair, he did seem a bit like a toad lusting after swan meat.
As the two of them walked toward the East City Temple Entrance, Sister Song, who had a warm heart and a quick tongue, kept Widow Sun giggling uncontrollably with her lively chatter. When they neared the temple entrance, they saw from a distance that the door of the small shop by the alley, Dai’s Shop, was wide open, and someone was chopping bones inside.
"Oh, Sanlang is back," Sister Song said with joy upon seeing this. Dai Sanlang was back, so she could finally get some good pork today. She remembered Widow Sun beside her and nudged her arm, teasingly saying, "Why don’t you buy some too? He always gives you more meat than the rest of us."
"Stop it! What nonsense are you spouting," Widow Sun pushed Sister Song and said with feigned anger, "Don’t tease such an honest man."
Sister Song nodded. "Sanlang is indeed an honest man, a good person."
"It’s just that he’s a bit rough around the edges," Widow Sun sighed.
"That’s true," agreed Sister Song, "If only he were a bit more handsome... Huh, that’s not Sanlang?"
By this time, they were close to the entrance of Dai’s Shop. It was early morning, and the summer sun was rising early. Amidst the morning light, at the table, stood a stranger.
This man was tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, wearing only a white linen robe due to the heat, revealing his wheat-colored skin. His arms, which were exposed, were muscular and strong. Looking further up, the man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, with well-proportioned features and a slightly rugged profile. He was not as delicately handsome as the young masters, but he possessed a wild, rugged charm of his own.
He brandished the Bone-chopping Saber in his hands, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, trickling along his neck and disappearing into the collar of his robe, damp and glistening, inexplicably lighting a misty fire in one’s heart.
Sister Song stared at the man, feeling the oppressive heat of summer and wondering why her face and heart felt so hot when she was clearly wearing light clothing.
Widow Sun watched the man in a daze until he stopped chopping with his Bone-chopping Saber and looked their way. It was only then that she snapped back to reality.
The brilliant sun was silent, and early cicadas murmured in the distance. Widow Sun paused, then casually pulled a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear and tucked it neatly behind her ear, then walked towards the man with graceful steps. It was only when she was right in front of him that she looked up and asked with a beaming smile, "Handsome young man, you look rather unfamiliar; I haven’t seen you around here before. Who are you in Brother Dai’s family?"
"I..." The man seemed to be taken by surprise by Widow Sun’s forwardness and was momentarily stunned, staring straight at her face without saying a word, as if mesmerized.
Widow Sun felt a surge of triumph as she watched his face grow redder, resembling a boiled shrimp. Just as she was about to tease him further, thinking he might run away in embarrassment, she held back her laughter and asked, "You bear some resemblance to Brother Dai around the eyes. Are you his relative? A brother or a nephew? Why haven’t I heard him mention you before?"
The man’s face turned even redder, and after a long pause, he managed to blurt out, "...Miss Sun, I am Dai Sanlang."
The smile on the lovely widow’s face froze.
Sister Song’s high-pitched voice echoed through the entire East City Temple Entrance.
"Dai Sanlang? You’re Dai Sanlang?!"