A Beautiful Life After Returning the Pearl

Nan'er goes to Beijing Sixteen-year-old Nan'er stood on the bluestone road in Dali, with her parents' reluctant eyes behind her. Little Yanzi's eyes were red, and she put the purse embroidered with the word "Yan" into her hand: "When I arrived in the capital, I saw that brat Dong'er. I punched him on behalf of my mother and said that my little Yanzi's daughter was not as naughty as he used to be." Yongqi handed over a yellowed map and pointed in the direction of the capital with his fingertips: "Be careful on the road, the Fujia family has a high reputation in the capital, and Dong'er will protect you." Nan'er tied her purse around her waist and got on her horse. Horse hooves trampled through the reeds by Erhai Lake, and the wind carried the sweet smell of mother's roasted breast fan. She remembered that when she was a child, her mother always pointed to the clouds in the sky and said that the clouds in Beijing were thicker than those in Dali, but that boy Dong'er was more memorable than the clouds. Halfway through the journey, we encountered a rain. Nan'er hid in the ruined temple and took out the storybook given by her mother from her bag. Inside was an old painting - a portrait of her and Dong'er when she was five years old. Dong'er was holding a rabbit, and she was holding onto the corner of Dong'er's clothes, both of them laughing so hard that their teeth were exposed. Ten days later, the gate of the capital finally appeared in front of us. Nan'er reined in her horse and looked at the tall tower, feeling suddenly nervous. She touched her purse and remembered her mother's words, "Don't panic when things happen, just like I did back then." She took a deep breath, clapped her horse and headed in the direction of Fu Mansion. As soon as he arrived at the gate of Fu Mansion, he saw a young man in a green shirt coming out to greet him. Nan'er recognized him as Dong'er, jumped off the horse with a smile, and raised the purse in his hand: "Dong'er, my mother asked me to 'settle accounts'!"