"Hello, Lan-gongzi, I'm Yuo Lijuan," a middle aged woman began. Her smile is bright despite missing a few teeth. The other three women with her seem to defer to her, though they all get up to bow in return to him. "My father is the village elder, but he isn't well. If you'll allow me to speak for him, I can tell you what we know so far."
Qing thinks the woman speaks for everyone and usually without any kind of pretense, so she might as well do so now. She may be a little sour toward the woman though because of her loose lips. Fortunately, she hadn't said anything incriminating but the village now knew she preferred women to men.
It really only added to the general opinion she was some kind of witch, which suited her just fine. They came when they needed something but otherwise left her alone.
Lijuan rattles off the names of the other women there and then steps a bit closer to the young man. "That's Qing. Please don't pay attention to her. She prefers the company of plants to people."
"And women to men," one of the others says with a snicker.
Qing sighs, but doesn't act like she hears. Instead, she plucks one more sprig of lavender and picks up her basket intent on going to the village well.
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Date: 2022-07-18 11:14 pm (UTC)From:Qing thinks the woman speaks for everyone and usually without any kind of pretense, so she might as well do so now. She may be a little sour toward the woman though because of her loose lips. Fortunately, she hadn't said anything incriminating but the village now knew she preferred women to men.
It really only added to the general opinion she was some kind of witch, which suited her just fine. They came when they needed something but otherwise left her alone.
Lijuan rattles off the names of the other women there and then steps a bit closer to the young man. "That's Qing. Please don't pay attention to her. She prefers the company of plants to people."
"And women to men," one of the others says with a snicker.
Qing sighs, but doesn't act like she hears. Instead, she plucks one more sprig of lavender and picks up her basket intent on going to the village well.