Song Shijiu suddenly became interested. “What type?” “More or less the first two years when I moved to the mountains, there was a young lady who asked me to act as a matchmaker.” The sound of rainfall decreased a bit, and the skies 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 in fact had a pair of both large, and black, and beautiful eyes, her brows rising upwards, with an appearance of tender-heartedness. In the decades before and the decades since, I haven’t seen this sort of beautiful eyes.” As she spoke, she gestured with the hand with the thimble at the edge of her eye; the co