Niehai

Zhu Mingan pressed his face tightly against his aunt Yu Wanzhen's knees and rubbed them. Yu Wanzhen's knees were very cold, and the cheongsam's silk satin was tight on her knees and was very slippery. There was an indescribable comfort to her face. Zhu Mingan felt that this feeling was really wonderful, a bit like a dream... On the commendable street, amidst the sound of the bells and horns of the foreign cars, there was still a lonely sedan floating proudly, from the west to the east of the city, and from the east to the west of the city. Sometimes it even stopped openly in the open space next to the Supervisor's Office to rest, as if to demonstrate, and the people under Supervisor Wang and Jin Huiwen turned a blind eye. The lonely sedan floated for four years, drifting sadly and stubbornly. In the swaying street scene, the tenth aunt Nan Rulin saw the eldest young master's face again. The eldest young master stood on the pavilion in the garden and sighed at the decadence of Can Qiu; the eldest young master leaned on the small tree in the moon gate of the courtyard and chatted with her; the eldest young master rubbed his hands in her bedroom and sighed... These are the most memorable things about Nan Rulin's five years in Hao Mansion...