You Que leaned on his hoe, looking over alone.
Lou Junlan cupped her hands politely. "This junior came to visit your residence today. Thinking of your heroic bearing, I could not help but yearn for it, and so I came to call... I wonder whether you welcome me?"
You Que's face showed little expression. "What do you think?"
Lou Junlan was not embarrassed in the least. Turning to You Qinwei, she said, "Elder You, would it be convenient to let me speak with Senior You Que alone?"
Given Lou Junlan's temperament, convenient or not, it would have to become convenient. You Qinwei had seen that clearly, so he said magnanimously, "Since Miss Lou has asked, what could possibly be inconvenient?"
As he spoke, he prepared to leave.
"I say," You Que said faintly, "shouldn't you ask for my opinion?"
You Qinwei looked at him. "Then are you willing to speak with Miss Lou alone for a while?"
"I'm not willing," You Que said decisively.
"Oh." You Qinwei turned and left.
You Que raised a hand as though to call him back, but ultimately stopped there. He looked at Lou Junlan with some regret. "How true that tea grows cold once a man leaves. That old fellow used to treat me wonderfully, holding me up like his own grandson. Now he does not even care whether I live or die."
"Senior has not left yet," Lou Junlan reminded him. "The man is still here, yet the tea has already gone cold."
You Que's gaze deepened. "Thank you. Young people these days truly are getting better and better at conversation."
Lou Junlan looked at him. "Oh? Has Senior met any other young people?"
You Que said indifferently, "There was one named You Shirang. For a time, he kept coming over to curse