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==Stories==

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===The Not-So-Blushy Blushberry===

|s1_title = The Not-So-Blushy Blushberry

At the foot of [[Zhuxi Mountain]], beside the rice paddies, a few water bottles and bamboo baskets lay by the path, left there by villagers who had been working since morning. Only after hours of toil did they finally sit down for a sip of tea.

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|s1_text = At the foot of [[Zhuxi Mountain]], beside the rice paddies, a few water bottles and bamboo baskets lay by the path, left there by villagers who had been working since morning. Only after hours of toil did they finally sit down for a sip of tea.

Someone jocked that most of the baskets held crops or tools, but the Yuns'? Theirs carried their two-year-old granddaughter, Blushberry.

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The story spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, until it became a local legend. They said that they, Yunguo grew herself a heart, right there in the rice field. And no one could explain how.

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|s2_title = The Farmer and the Seed

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|s2_text = It was the tail end of yet another winter break. Down in the southern chill, Yunguo was hoping for snow. If the mountain got snowed in, she wouldn't have to go back to kindergarten.

"Schoolbag's mended. Hm? The water bottle's cracked? Better pick a sturdier one this time..."

Yunguo crouched beside Gran'mama in the little vegetable patch by their front door, digging at t il with her tiny spade and gazing up at the sky, listening to Gran'mama chatter on about the things to prepare for school. Suddenly she interrupted.

"Gran'mama, do I look strange? Do I smell strange?"

Gran'mama's hands paused from loosening the soil. She leaned close to Yunguo's little head and carefully sniffed all around before giving a serious answer.

"Yes, you do."

Hearing Gran'mama's answer, Yunguo thought, I really am no good.

"Could my Blushberry be from that seed?"

The two stared at each other in puzzled silence.

Grandma cleared her throat and began to tell story.

There once was seed, round as a rice dumpling. Anyone who saw it fell in love with it right away. It was said to grow into the most beautiful and one-of-a-kind flower in the world, though no one had ever seen it bloom.

|s3_title = My Summer with Them

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