Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 184 - 145: Celebrating a Birthday_1

Chapter 184: Chapter 145: Celebrating a Birthday_1

Having heard the Little Monk’s words, Monkey Brother shook his head like a rattle-drum, thinking that if one couldn’t eat meat or eggs in the temple and might not even get a ragged piece of clothing to wear, it was better to forget about it.

Monkey Brother climbed down from the Little Monk and scurried onto Qian Yixiu. Qian Yixiu pretended to be annoyed and ignored it, but then the monkey made bows and funny faces until she couldn’t help but chuckle. Qian Yixiu ended up laughing as well, and the person and monkey were as good as new friends.

Qian Yixiu asked Qian Xiaolei to fetch Qian Yeejin from the private school. She always felt that Qian Yeejin and the Little Monk had the most in common and got along very well.

Cheng Yue, who had been embroidering, came out of the eastern chamber as soon as the Little Monk arrived. She smiled at the Little Monk, took a stool and sat down next to them without speaking, just quietly watching her daughter and the Little Monk talk and laugh. When she saw the Little Monk’s glass was empty, she diligently got up to refill it for him.

Qian Yeejin ran back, his little face flushed with exhaustion. As soon as they saw each other, the two boys hugged and jumped around in circles.

The children sat under the jujube tree, eating snacks and chatting about interesting things they had encountered. It was mostly the Little Monk talking about what odd things he had seen on the way, how magnificent Baoguo Temple was, how delicious the vegetarian food there tasted, and how beautiful the scenery of West Mountain was...

When the two boys started talking about their studies, Qian Yixiu did not disturb them and leaned on her mother as she watched them.

Perhaps because of the weariness from his journey, the Little Monk had slimmed down a bit, and his features appeared more defined than before. Qian Yixiu wondered if it was her own illusion, but sitting together, the Little Monk and Qian Yeejin seemed to bear a resemblance to each other.

Qian Xiaoyu, who came to refill the water, laughed and said, "Brother Jin and Little Master Hongji do look a bit alike. If others didn’t know better, they might think they were real brothers."

Qian Sangui and Lady Wu, sitting under the eaves, also laughed and said, "Hmm, they really do look a bit alike."

Lady Wu felt something was amiss and became a bit flustered, hastily adding, "It’s not just that Little Master Hongji looks a bit like Jinwa, but also like Shan Wa. They all have white teeth and red lips, big eyes with double eyelids, and fair skin."

Qian Manxia took a closer look at them and laughed, saying, "Mother is right. Little Master doesn’t just resemble Jinwa and Shan Wa; he even has a slight resemblance to Yixiu."

Perhaps handsome little buns, like beautiful women, always have features that resemble each other if they look good.

Qian Yixiu giggled and said, "Could it be that my mother gave birth to triplets and, fearing that father and grandmother wouldn’t be able to raise us all, one was abandoned?"

Cheng Yue, at the thought that it might be true, anxiously looked at Qian Sangui and Lady Wu, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Qian Yeejin laughed and said, "Mother, sister is joking. Our family, poor as it may be, would never have the heart to abandon a child. Besides, Little Master is half a year younger than me and sister."

The Little Monk laughed as well and said, "The poor monk’s original home must have been in Capital City. My master told me that he brought the poor monk here from Capital City." His gaze darkened and, twisting his fingers, he said in a low voice, "If only I were really Auntie Qian’s son, it would be so nice. I wouldn’t have been given away to my master as soon as I was born. And even if I had been, she would have come to see the poor monk..."

He unexpectedly used a worldly term of address. Perhaps this was truly the voice of a six-year-old child’s heart.

His words filled everyone with a touch of sorrow, and Cheng Yue’s eyes welled up with tears. She leaned over and stroked the Little Monk’s head, saying, "Yueyue also likes Little Master very much, truly. Little Master, don’t leave. Stay here and be a son to Yueyue, a brother to Jinwa and Yixiu."

Her words not only amused everyone but also made the slightly sad Little Monk smile.

After the laughter, Qian Sangui rarely scolded Cheng Yue, "Daughter-in-law, don’t talk nonsense. Little Master is destined for Buddhism, which is why he became a monk."

The Little Monk nodded as well, saying, "Yes, the poor monk’s master says that he must convert to Buddhism to survive."

Lady Wu, who had been somewhat uneasy, finally felt relieved after hearing this.

The Little Monk played until sunset, ate an early dinner at the Qian family, and then was taken back to the temple on horseback by a young monk who had come with him. Before leaving, Cheng Yue held his hand and repeatedly told him to visit often and if he found it hard to adapt to the temple life, he could always renounce his vows and become her son, a brother to Jinwa and Yixiu.

Out of compassion, Cheng Yue began to find time to make monk’s robes and shoes for the Little Monk, and Lady Wu, Qian Manxia, and Qian Xiaoyu all helped. From then on, the Little Monk’s clothing was provided by Qian’s third wife, and the Little Monk visited the Qian family even more frequently.

April 6th was the seventh birthday of the younger siblings of the Qian family’s third wife. It was also a special commemorative day for Qian Yixiu as it marked one year since her rebirth.