Song Shijiu suddenly became interested. “What type?” “Probably around two years before I moved to the mountains, there was a young lady who asked me to act as a matchmaker.” The sound of rainfall had decreased a bit, and the skies had also cleared several degrees; the embroidery frame in Yan Niang’s hands stretched the white silk tight, reflecting the rays of light, and the fine warp and weft of the silk could be seen. “What you need to know is, the young lady came to visit herself to ask for a matchmaker, which was incredibly strange; not to mention, that young lady’s appearance was extremely lively and beautiful. My eyes are thin and long, and not very attractive; that young woman had a pair of both large, and black, and beautiful eyes, her brows rising upwards, with a tender-heartedness to them. In the decades before and the decades since, I’ve yet to see beautiful eyes like those again.” As she spoke, she gestured with the hand with the thimble at the edge of her eye; the corner of...