Dawn Takes Off the Kimono

During the rainy season when she was ten years old, Mengzi was called by her father for the first time to pick up the calligraphy and painting hanging in the middle of the stairs. Three years after his mother left, his father buried himself under the wine pot and the white plum tree in the courtyard. The uncle came to visit for an excuse, but the topic of conversation fell on "Who will inherit?" Mengzi stood in the shadow of the corridor, listening to the whispers of the maids - saying that her eyebrows were getting longer and more like her mother, and that the master missed the old etiquette the most. The desire slowly sprouts in my heart. She wanted her father to see her again and see this family in the storm.