Chapter 525 – Sharing the Umbrella Like Old Friends, No? (1/2)
Chapter 525 - Sharing the Umbrella Like Old Friends, No?
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
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Tang Thirty-Six's raised hand was very low, as was his head, and his voice was truthfully also very low.
Although his face was not visible, it could be imagined just how embarrassed he was.
The crowd parted like a tide. No matter how embarrassed he was, given that he was widely regarded as Chen Changsheng's good friend and also the fact that he was the superintendent of the Orthodox Academy, and then adding on the fact that Su Moyu and Xuanyuan Po persistently turned their heads away, Tang Thirty-Six could only walk forward, all the way until he reached the Pope.
Mao Qiuyu had a rather unsightly expression. Only through sheer will did he resist the urge to discipline him with a word or two.
On the other hand, the Pope had a very calm expression as he passed the Divine Staff into Tang Thirty-Six's hands.
The Divine Staff was not as heavy as imagined, but Tang Thirty-Six felt it was as heavy as a mountain, so heavy that he almost couldn't bear it. Getting on his knees, he bowed in Chen Changsheng's place.
His head was lowered, but he could still sense the gazes being focused on him from all around. Some of these gazes were stunned, some disdainful, others gratified, but even more were surprisingly hostile, sharp like swords.
He felt himself incredibly unfortunate and thus incredibly angry. Under Mao Qiuyu's direction, he said a few words of gratitude, but his heart was filled with nothing but incessant curses.
These curses were naturally aimed at the person who had left him with this task and then run off to parts unknown, Chen Changsheng.
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The snow was falling harder and harder, and the streets had long since become devoid of pedestrians. Within the alley, lanterns were continuously being lit.
Chen Changsheng had already stood for a very long time in front of Fortune Peace Road, gazing at the sky while sighing in his heart.
The snow clouds obscured the sun and the capital was somewhat gloomy. One could barely tell from the intensity of the light that the sun was currently moving west, on the verge of sinking below the horizon.
The time on the slip of paper had said dusk, but the world in dusk had always been somewhat fuzzy. The idea of dusk itself was rather fuzzy. It would always take at least an hour from the moment the sun began to sink below the mountains until the moment it completely sank below the horizon, so then was it still dusk right now?
Did he perhaps come a little too early? Or would she really not come?
He thought, if the sky has gone completely dark and she still hasn't come, I guess I'll leave.
Suddenly, a loud sound came from the distance, from the direction of the Li Palace. He simply had no idea what had occurred, much less that the matter had to do with him. In the snowstorm, he rubbed his hands, at times looking in the direction of the Imperial Palace, at times looking in the direction of the Divine General of the East's estate.
There was a problem with his meridians and their output of true essence was insufficient, but his body was truthfully brimming with true essence, so he had no need to fear the cold. The reason he was rubbing his hands and occasionally stamping his feet was purely a problem with his mood.
The sky gradually darkened and would soon turn completely black. He had also abandoned all hope.
From a distance, a voice rang out from behind him.
”Why are you standing here?”
Upon hearing this voice, his body slightly stiffened. Turning his body, he saw a person holding an umbrella slowly walking out of the alley behind him.
The umbrella was somewhat old and seemingly rather strange. The space under the umbrella seemed to be cut off from the dusky light and was very difficult to make out clearly, even impossible for the average person to see.
But Chen Changsheng could, because he was very familiar with this umbrella. This umbrella was originally his. Of course, this umbrella was the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
Just like a snowflake drifting down from the sky, the Yellow Paper Umbrella slowly made its way over to him, then tilted back, revealing Xu Yourong's face.
It was an appearance very difficult to describe with words. One could only rely on the cliché of describing it as perfect.
Seeing this sublimely beautiful face that truly was unfamiliar to him, Chen Changsheng was rather nervous, rather absent-minded.
Only after gazing into her eyes and finding that familiar sense of tranquil indifference was he able to gradually relax.
He was familiar with her voice and also familiar with her eyes. The moment their gazes met, all unfamiliarity melted away and it seemed as if the two had returned to the Garden of Zhou.
Journeying together in life and death, accompanying each other morning and night, sitting to discuss the Dao, rising to confront the enemy, meeting each other for the first time like old friends, white-headed and growing old.