The Shepherd Boy's Springtime

A period-style, melodramatic romance about Wei Qing in a parallel world. Old-fashioned, dramatic, romantic. A Qing was the youngest child in the household. She was good at scaling walls, digging holes, climbing trees and roofs, playing in water and with fire, and running away from home. Leave her alone for three days and she'd even pull the tiles off the roof and hide them under her sleeping mat as a pillow. In the spring when she was five, her uncle fell seriously ill. Her mother went to visit him at her maiden home and took her along. As they were about to leave, the Shangsi Festival was being celebrated in Pingyang Marquisate, and A Qing promptly disappeared as usual. While hiding in the bushes, she was hit by a pebble. It hurt, and she got angry. She charged out, spotted the person who'd thrown it, and headbutted him, knocking him over. His name was A Qing, too. He was a shepherd boy. He'd mistaken her shadow in the gap between the bushes for a lost lamb. He was a very handsome young gentleman. A Qing's anger dissipated, and she helped him look for the sheep. The two A Qings played all day. When they found a patch of peonies that looked beautiful, they each picked the prettiest flower and gave it to the other, promising to meet again. The next day, the shepherd boy A Qing was being bullied. A Qing was furious. She unleashed her secret technique, the Ram King's Charge, and roared, "Don't bully my beloved!" They met again in the height of summer. She had been promised in marriage to a young man from a marquis's household of equal standing. She disguised herself and sneaked out. "A Qing, I don't want to marry him. I only want to marry you!" A lowly stable boy had no way to protect his wife, even if he risked his life. He had no choice but to refuse her. A Qing was livid. She knocked him over and, in her rage, swore that they would never meet again until the Yellow Springs, nor love each other until the clouds above parted. On an autumn day many years later, he finally had the standing to visit her family and ask for her hand. The first thing he had to do was play along with her ridiculous metaphors. He personally dug a canal connecting her estate to the Yellow River. He personally laid white silk all the way from his household to her gate. Winter passed into spring. Their hair turned white and their bodies stooped. They supported each other as they gazed out the window. In the depths of the courtyard, leaves grew lush and their children filled the branches. That was how they passed through a lifetime together. Zhongqing recounted countless funny stories from the time, many years ago, when they first met. Jiang Yang's thinning white hair could no longer be done up in a high bun. Her stiff neck bent with difficulty as she bumped her head against his shoulder. The story of two A Qings. Li Qing is rebellious to the core. From five to fifty, she's always been a fierce little firecracker and never changed. Wei Qing is all about tolerance. From six to sixty, she doesn't care whether he's poor or rich, successful or down on his luck, young or old. It never stops her from headbutting him anyway. Li Qing's life: fierce little girl, fierce young woman, fierce wife, fierce widow, fierce old lady. This life trajectory is a basic part of the premise and won't change. If you can accept that, I hope you enjoy reading! (*￣︶￣) The cover is the same as the one for my Xiao Huo story. My dear friend Queque made both of them. Sending love! Theme: Wealth cannot corrupt, poverty cannot sway, and power cannot bend. That is true love.