Hou Residence, Qing Xue brought the painting back, "Old Madam, would you like to open it now?"
Zhulan was excited, "Open it, let's see it now."
Qing Xue instructed two young maids to open the scroll, a nine-foot-long painting, depicting a scene of Zhulan speaking on the platform.
Zhulan examined the painting closely; she had hired several painters at the time to restore the complete scene, "Good, good."
This is evidence, proof of her existence. She must preserve it well. She reached out carefully to touch the scroll, her eyes somewhat red, it's too historically significant.
Zhulan didn't put away the painting; she left it on the table, waiting for Zhou Shuren to return home.
Zhou Shuren came back from the government office and hadn't entered the house when his wife greeted him outside, "Were you waiting for me?"
Zhulan held Shuren's hand, "I brought you to see the promised surprise."
Zhou Shuren grasped his wife's hand in return, "You are young, walk slowly."
