Chapter 370 (2/2)

She had seen the Chicken Soup Calligraphy, and had also imagined many things about that boy due to that calligraphy. She had even begun to like the boy even before she met him due to the calligraphy. She had been very familiar with the name at the beginning of the calligraphy since summer of last year.

She even understood the importance of that name before Ning Que had. Therefore, she had ruminated over it several times in the Wilderness, and it was also the reason why she had to meet Sangsang.

She had met Sangsang on the first day they entered Chang'an. Beyond her expectation, Sangsang was a very ordinary handmaiden. Then, she saw Sangsang again today.

The Sangsang she saw today was one that interacted with Ning Que alone.

She looked at Ning Que and Sangsang who were eating in the Old Brush Pen Shop. Mo Shanshan finally believed that the two had already formed a world belonging to them many years ago. To them, everyone else in the world was outsiders, and any affairs of the world did not affect them either. It was difficult to leave even a trace in that world.

They were like eyes and lashes. It was just that the eyes would not usually see the lashes and the lashes would not fall into the eyes. However, they would notice the existence of each other when a wind blew from a world outside theirs.

”But I am a

am a hill, not a wind.”

Mo Shanshan pulled down the curtains slowly and handed a letter to Zhuo Zhihua who was sitting beside her.

Zhuo Zhihua said hesitantly, ”Are we going to leave Chang'an just like that?”

Mo Shanshan said calmly, ”After all, it was Mr. First who had invited me. We shall head to the Academy in the south and meet him before leaving.”

Zhuo Zhihua sighed and did not try to change her mind. She took the letter and got off the horse carriage.

After eating, Sangsang did the dishes while Ning Que opened the letter by the table.

The letter bore the familiar handwriting of Mo Shanshan. Her handwriting was not delicate, and one could see a feisty spirit that could not be hidden in the calm.

The letter ended like this.

”Perhaps fate had arranged for both your worlds to be an individual one. You do not need someone to knock on the wooden doors from outside, and you do not need someone to call and disturb under the winter trees outside the courtyard. But I do not believe in fate.”

”We have traveled together in the Wilderness, and I have benefited plenty from it. I liked it a lot when we traveled together in Chang'an winter.”

”You have once told me in the snow by the red walls that you liked me. And I have also once said that liking is not enough. And it is proven that it is indeed insufficient. But at least you have once said that you liked me. I like that a lot.”

”Chang'an and Great River Kingdom are quite a distance from each other, but the distance is not as far as that from the Wilderness. If you really wish to come, and if I wish to go, the distance is not an issue. If you wish to visit me in the future, or if I wish to visit you, or if we meet anywhere else, all would be happy occasions.”

”After experiencing so many things, I have many new ideas. When we meet again, everything that I have written in this letter will become stronger and better. I hope that you will work harder and not disappoint me.”

Ning Que was silent for a long while after reading the letter. Then, he walked to the bedroom and lifted the baseboard of the bed. He removed the box beneath and discovered that all the notes in the box have returned.

He looked at the thick wads of notes in the box and could not help smiling. He understood that Sangsang already had the intention of moving back even if he had not said anything before lunch.

He placed the box beneath the bed and looked at the letter in his hands. He thought for a moment before putting it in the pile of recycled paper on his desk. Then, he retrieved the big black umbrella and told Sangsang that he would wait for her outside the shop.

Sangsang got water from the well after she was done with the dishes. She had already got some water at dawn and the water vat was pretty full. She quickly finished her ch.o.r.es and wiped at the non-existent sweat on her forehead out of habit. She began to dress when she returned to the bedroom, and then, saw the letter in the pile of waste paper.

After a moment of silence, she wiped her hands dry on her ap.r.o.n seriously. Then, she picked up the letter, and took out the box. She placed the letter into the depths of the box carefully before placing the box where she found it.

This was Sangsang's little black box. There were things inside that were important to Ning Que, but he had thrown away for some reason or another. For example, the calligraphy that Ning Que had written on the night that Zhuo Er had died.

She knew that the letter was precious to Ning Que, and kept it well for him.

Sangsang opened the big black umbrella as she walked out of the Old Brush Pen Shop. She followed Ning Que out of Lin 47th Street.

Ning Que was used to her making the bed, was.h.i.+ng the dishes, and holding the umbrella.

After a while, he suddenly took the big black umbrella from her hands.

Sangsang looked up at him confusedly.

He smiled, ”Let's go.”

Sangsang smiled, her willow leaf-shaped eyes creased. She nodded and hummed in agreement.

The first rain in spring in Chang'an was very precious.

The two looked at the rain from under the umbrella as if they were looking at the past and future.

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