Lansheng stood there, with curiosity in his eyes, and someone in his heart.
"Lansheng's back." The neighbors in the village peeked out and saw Lansheng standing there, with a tall and straight posture, looking very spirited.
There were unmarried girls in the village who wanted to matchmake for Lansheng, but he refused them all.
As time went by, everyone gave up on the idea of setting him up and increasingly felt that their own children were not worthy of Lansheng.
Some said that Lansheng looked just like the noble sons in movies, perhaps he really was the lost child of some noble family.
Hearing such talk in the past, Shi Aiqiao would always grab Lansheng's hand, laughing and saying, "Maybe they're right, you're like a prince who got lost among the commoners. When you come of age, someone from the royal family will come to take you back to inherit the throne."
Every time she said this, Lansheng would gently scratch her nose, "Do you really hope I go back?"
