General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 454

General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 454 – Meeting grandfather (2) 

Translator : Moon Lee
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Qin Canglan gave up on pretending and confessed, “I took your pain relief powder and had a dream last night! I normally… don’t dream at all!”

Imperial Doctor Cen thought for a moment. “That’s not impossible. But… What did you dream about?”

“I dreamed of Huayin,” Qin Canglan said.

Imperial Doctor Cen froze.

He had known Qin Canglan for decades, enough to consider him a friend. The name of Huayin, he knew all too well.

Qin Canglan sighed, “In my dream, Huayin was trying to kill me.”

This part…… Imperial Doctor Cen did not understand.

Qin Canglan continued, “And then she gave me a message, in the dream.”

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After Imperial Doctor Cen left, Qin Canglan went to the horse farm.

He had someone to prepare some special feed mixed for the foal.

One of the stablehands said, “I’ll deliver it to the residence shortly, sir.” 

“No need.”

Qin Canglan loaded the feed onto a cart himself and personally went to Lihua Lane.

When he reached the entrance, he saw a tiny and cute child peeking curiously out from behind the doorstep.

Maybe it was because the child was just too adorable, but Qin Canglan’s mood improved instantly. 

“Dahu!”

He remembered that he was the little one from yesterday.

The child looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes and said, “I’m Erhu.”

Qin Canglan paused, he was taken aback for a moment.

Erhu turned around and ran to the backyard with a clatter. 

Qin Canglan carried the feed into the front courtyard.

There, squatting on the ground, was another child, focused on digging dirt with a tiny shovel.

Qin Canglan chuckled. “So here you are, Dahu!”

The child turned around with a serious face and said, “I’m Xiaofu (Xiaofu)!”

Qin Canglan: “…”

He looked around the courtyard but didn’t see Dahu anywhere.

That kid…

Don’t tell him that he’s off climbing trees again? 

That’s dangerous ah! 

Qin Canglan put down the feed and hurried out.

He had guessed half correctly, Dahu had gone back to that place again. 

Only this time, he wasn’t climbing trees.

The door was open, and from within came the ethereal sound of a guqin being played. 

After a moment’s hesitation, he stepped inside. 

Following the music, he arrived at the entrance of a side room. 

There, a man sat gracefully on the spotless wooden floor, with his fingers dancing across the strings of an ancient guqin with effortless elegance.  

Oh… He’s the handsome uncle from yesterday. 

As the man finished playing the final note, he calmly lifted his head.   

Dahu said, “You play beautifully.”

The man didn’t respond, only lowered his eyes and gently stroked the strings.

Dahu asked again, “Are you feeling better?”

Still, the man said nothing.

“Can I come in?” Dahu asked.

The man replied, “As you wish.”

Dahu first looked at the shoes left neatly at the door. 

After thinking for a second, he took off his own little shoes too.

He carefully arranged them, then, wearing clean socks, pat-pat-pat, trotted into the room. 

Dahu was deeply curious about that long, elegant object that could produce such beautiful sounds.

But he didn’t rush over to examine the guqin. 

Instead, he first took out a small treat wrapped in parchment from his pouch and offered it to the man.

“My mom made this. It’s really yummy. You can eat it even if you’re sick.”

It was a delicate pastry made with loquat and honey, soothing for the throat, calming to the voice, and gentle on the stomach.

The man was thin to the point of being skeletal. He found nearly all food in this world hard to swallow.

Dahu noticed he didn’t take it, but didn’t get upset. 

Instead, he placed it gently on the guqin stand nearby. 

“I’ll leave it here. You can eat it when you’re hungry. I’m going now!”

The man looked at the little child with a trace of confusion.

Wasn’t he here to listen to the guqin? Why give him food and leave?

Could it be… there was someone in this world who simply cared about him, without any other motive?

The man asked, “Do you like listening to the guqin?”

Da Hu froze for a second, it was the first time he learned this thing was called a guqin.

“I like it.” He said in his soft little voice.

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