Once Hua Buqi had settled into the backyard of the Lin family, she received permission from the old madam to visit Hua Jiu’s unmarked grave to burn some incense sticks and joss paper.
The forest had fresh new branches, the greenery bringing a fresh and pleasant feel to the environment. The faint sunlight streamed in, making the unmarked common grave lose the horror of the night, instead making it feel quiet and peaceful.
The ash of the burnt joss paper flew away into the wind. Hua Buqi sat in front of the grave, spacing out for a moment, cradling Ah Huang in her arms and mumbling to herself. Translated by The Novelst
Buqi wiped her tears and said to the mangy dog, “Do you know what’s lacking in this ancient time? Talented people, of course! Being a servant can also be considered a job. Though I can’t be the boss, great trees are good for nothing but shade. I just have to ride a greater coattail. I find the Lin family to be quite good. What do you think?”
Ah Huang affectionately rubbed against her with its head. Hua Buqi smiled. “Let’s go. I’ll teach you to recognize the door. You might think the Lin family is huge and the backyard is surrounded by fencing, but there’s a large dog hole in the wall, so it shouldn’t be a problem for you to find me. The one who feeds me milk is my mother. In the future I’ll ensure you can live it up!”
Ah Huang was affectionate to Hua Buqi and the feed was sufficient. Once it visited the Lin family backyard, it never wanted to return to the Liu family again. Liu Er’niang sighed, “The rain will fall, the dog will marry*, let it be!”
(TL note: *Original: The rain will fall, the womenfolk will marry, meaning that there are some things you can’t go against.)
Since then, Ah Huang stuck closely to Hua Buqi in the backyard of the Lin family.
Old Madam Lin read Amitabha aloud and said, “We mustn’t let Buqi and her mother dog become separated!”
The people of the Lin family laughed with their mouths covered when they heard the words ‘mother dog’. They ordered the servants to build a small wooden house beside the dog hole in order to let Buqi and Ah Huang stay inside.
The small wooden house was truly as it sounded. It only had enough space for a small bed and a small wooden table. However, Buqi was very happy about this. It was her first time having her own house after transmigrating.
She carried Ah Huang to lay comfortably on the bed, saying, “It’s much bigger than Liu Er’niang’s dog house.”
Ah Huang barked a few times to express agreement and then jumped off the bed to pee around the small house to mark its territory.
What else could she expect? There weren’t any beatings nor were there scoldings, and there wasn’t an endless amount of work waiting for her to do. They didn’t even ask her to sign a deed of sale. She still had Ah Huang’s soft body to keep her warm, and though the young masters and misses of the Lin family pointed her out to their friends to look, saying she was raised by a mother dog, Hua Buqi still greeted them with respect.
When she had just arrived at the Lin family, she would sit on the small stool and look up at the stars, wondering if she could be considered lucky or not since she had been able to keep her past memories and reincarnate into the body of an abandoned baby.
She wasn’t able to come to a conclusion even after she had tired her neck out. Buqi let out a yawn and said to Ah Huang, “Let’s consider it lucky. No matter what, I’ve still lived two lives. Uncle Jiu called me Buqi and now I don’t really mind coming from a beggar background. Most of all, I still have you as my mother dog. Come, let’s go sleep!”
Days passed peacefully for seven years. Ah Huang had turned into a lazy, mangy dog, and Hua Buqi had become a quick-witted servant in the back garden.
And now, Ah Huang’s body temperature dropped slowly but surely in Buqi’s arms. In Buqi’s heart, she could only feel a sharp blade. Ah Huang’s warmth, their past memories, and the feeling that there was no one else to depend on in the future welled in her mind. Buqi cried her eyes out.
The back garden was quite remote. In the harsh winter, with frost and snow, even the servants had all returned to their rooms. Buqi’s crying echoed in the lonely garden. Before the sound could reach outside the garden, it had already been carried away by the wind.
Buqi wiped her tears, remembering the culprit who had beaten Ah Huang to death. She even thought of killing him.
She turned back around and looked. The young boy who had killed Ah Huang was passed out on the snowy ground with a body full of blood.
She gritted her teeth, eyes glazing over in hatred.
There was nothing to fear from this fainted young boy. Why not take revenge for Ah Huang and kill him off? No one would suspect her, anyways.
As her murderous intentions flooded her mind, Buqi picked up a stick and walked closer. The moment she saw Yun Lang’s pale face, her heart turned timid once again.
She raised the stick a few times but couldn’t finish the motion. No matter what, he was still just a teenage boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen. It was still a human life. Translated by The Novelst
Buqi helplessly put down the stick, looking sadly at the mangy dog. “Ah Huang, they all say that before beating a dog, it’s better to find the owner first. If the person you fed milk to was the Fourth Miss, then no one would have dared touch a hair on your head. I’m afraid of killing someone. Please don’t blame me for being unable to take revenge for you!”
She couldn’t finish him off, but that didn’t mean she was willing to save him. She spat on him. After cursing him fiercely as a thief, she carried away the mangy dog to look for a burial place.
Proofread by: Hannah
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