"How is it, brother?"
The Confucian Scholar looked like a peacock spreading its tail, waiting for Li Ping'an's praise.
"Mm... not bad... pretty good..."
Li Ping'an could neither laugh nor cry as he replied.
But he had not come merely to watch the other man show off.
He had come to buy paper and a brush for his Kitten.
So, after buying paper and a brush, he spent another stretch of effort extricating himself.
Had he not pleaded that he had matters to attend to at home, the Confucian Scholar would have shown him his two-hundred-and-somethingth treasure.
On the way back, Li Ping'an could not help finding it amusing.
Speaking of which, this Confucian Scholar was quite an unusual man.
That piece of calligraphy he had left behind back then had clearly been entrusted to the Clear Moon Pavilion.
Yet now it had ended up in this man's hands, and had even traveled countless miles to Wind and Snow City.
There truly were such bonds of fate in this world.
When he returned home, Old Ox was making breakfast.
Orange Cat was still lying asleep.
Li Ping'an woke her.
Kitten rubbed her eyes with her paws. "Mmph~"
"Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to learn to write?" Li Ping'an said.
Orange Cat tilted her head. "Did this Fairy say that?"
"This Fairy did."
"This Fairy doesn't remember."
"A Fairy can't go back on her word. Keeping your promises is what grown-ups do."
Orange Cat pouted.
A new oil lamp was lit inside the room.
Orange Cat turned into a little girl and sat upright on a stool.
Holding a writing brush, she dipped it in the ink.
With a few strokes on the paper, she drew a little cat.
"This is this Fairy."
Then she drew an ox.
"This