Call over the Potboy

is it bad that this is the only reason i want curtain bangs

so cute i wanna punch something omg aaaaarggggggghhhhh

You know, sometimes I think just how far Meng Yao reached, that little boy Meng Shi so loved, and how she was not alive to see any of it. How Meng Yao must have come to Yunping at least once after he became Jin Guangyao, and must have walked all those familiar paths, those well-known streets with their hawking stalls and passersby, and how he must have remembered where his mother took him by his hand, where she smiled, and where she was scorned. Perhaps he saw someone he knew before, who treated him kindly or poorly, and in neither case he could approach them or be approached, because he is the tree that has grown so far from his roots that the topmost leaf cannot look down. And how he must have come back with a wound over his heart, and bid a temple be made in his mother's likeness, so he could give to her in death at least a part of the hope she had given him in life. How he must have missed and mourned her so, that goddess among women who deserved every palace of immortals and men, and who must only make do with a temple offered covertly, because some people could not see her or him beyond her unfortunate profession. Is it such a wonder that he snapped and went mad, when the whole world seemed to tell him that the one person who had give all of her for him was the person he should be ashamed of? Is it such a wonder that he killed and maimed for it? Is it such a wonder, that he loved best the one man who had refrained from mockery by word or deed against the most important person in his life?

it's so funny to think about jin ling in the guanyin temple when you consider everything that was going on around him. his xiao-shushu has apparently done a lot of bad stuff and is now holding him hostage? xiyao is in a public and strangely polite divorce, his ressurected-uncle in the body of his other uncle (now, confirmed) is basically playing footsies with hanguang jun. and when his jiujiu arrives to rescue him, he throws himself in front of a very avoidable blow and proceeds to have an emotional and shouldn't-this-be-done-in-private breakdown bc apparently his other uncle unconsensually gave his golden core to him. jin ling left that night with the title of a sect leader and like, ten different types of trauma