Qian Sangui found these few patterns quite novel, and his granddaughter even elaborated on the details with great seriousness, amusing him into a smile and alleviating much of the sorrow on his face.
Cheng Yue sat on a small stool in the corner at the back of the hall, dazed. That was where Qian Yixiu, as a ghost, used to like squatting. She felt it was the safest place with her father-in-law sitting outside the hall.
