947 Life is Long in Sadness as Water Keeps Flowing East. (1/2)
In order for Jun Xie to survive and get the best medical treatment, the old man had sent him to the hospital without hesitation. His identity was checked, and then, naturally, he was imprisoned…
Jun Xie could cover himself with a lie, but the old man couldn't. The old scars on his body, as well as the frigid killing intent around him body were simply too problematic, exposing him very quickly…
After expending great efforts to break out of jail and return, the old man actually did not say a single word about the matter. It was as if… nothing had happened at all! The training was still as strict, and if he lacked in any area, the old man would still beat and scold him, calling him a little b*stard!
But ever since, Jun Xie knew one thing for certain: that old man was the only person that he could truly rely on!
For a man, there was no need to say such stuff! Because he simply needed to show them with his actions!
Miao Xiao Miao's casual words had unintentionally stirred up the deepest memories in Jun Mo Xie's heart. It was also the only past memory that would give him a sense of warmth whenever he thought of it.
Jun Mo Xie sunk into silence and a faint but long-lasting light appeared in his eyes. A happy expression hung on his face, and his eyes seemed to be staring at a faraway place, like a dream. It seemed to be that in this split second, he'd entered a world of his own…
Miao Xiao Miao's clear eyes stared at Young Master Jun quietly, her eyes becoming softer and gentler. For a long time, she did not make a single sound, not interrupting him, allowing Jun Mo Xie to immerse himself in recollection. After a long time… Jun Mo Xie raised his head, and his eyes gradually grew more steady again. Looking at Miao Xiao Miao, he smiled lightly. ”I suddenly remembered some past matters and lost myself for a moment. I've incurred Miss's ridicule…”
”The revealing of true feelings is the mark of a pure hearted person. Young Master was being true to himself, so how can there be any ridicule? Young Master should have remembered some matters that were worth remembering?” Miao Xiao Miao's eyes were warm and gentle as she asked lightly.
Jun Mo Xie nodded and sucked in a deep breath of air. ”Yes… there are always some things in life that can never be forgotten. Because those matters are worth remembering… But often times, it is exactly these things that we feel is worth remembering, that brings us pain whenever we think of them. Yet, we are forever unwilling to forget…”
Miao Xiao Miao listened quietly, not speaking for a while. Finally, she smiled and said in a soft voice. ”However… if there's one or several of these kinds of people or events that we can reminisce about… it's still a fortunate matter. Because the saddest thing is that a person did not meet even one person like that or experience an event special enough to be remembered. That is the most pitiful…”
”Your words are indeed true…” Jun Mo Xie smiled and asked. ”Does Miss Miao also have the same feelings as well? Do you have an event that is worth you remembering? Or perhaps… a person?”
Miao Xiao Miao's eyes quietly landed on his face and after a long time, she slowly shifted her gaze away, and she looked silently at the window. After a moment's pause, she answered. ”There is… not.”
”Interesting, interesting. Miss's words are truly hard to grasp. Saying there is first, then saying not… so is there, or is there not? Haha…” Jun Mo Xie laughed with interest.
Miao Xiao Miao did not smile this time and turned back to look at him silently. Then, she turned her eyes away again and sighed sadly.
”Soon, the spring splendor fades, from the flowers in the woods too soon.
There's no stopping the chill rain at dawn, or the shrill wind at night. The memories of the rouge-colored tears, of the stays overnight amid cups… When will all that happen again? Life is long in sadness as water keeps flowing and flowing east… hur for visiting.
Miao Xiao Miao's shoulders trembled lightly, and she felt an impulse to retort a few words. I, Miao Xiao Miao, am not a typical girl. A normal girl might like poems like that, but it might not be so for me.
Whether a poem is good or not, I can naturally distinguish for myself. That previous poem was bold and grand, and it's too much to be called mere random words. Could it be that you don't know that being overly modest is just pretentious?
However, when she heard Jun Mo Xie's second poem, she could not help but to mull it through silently in her heart, not having the courage to retort…
This poem… is simply too… melancholic…
Just reciting it gave her a feeling that this poem contained a helplessly sorrowful intent. The intent in this poem was as difficult to grasp as the sand on the beach. It was like a layer of mist which veiled her eyes and clouded her heart… enrapturing her and causing her to feel dreamy and sorrowful, as though she was drunk…
”Soon, the spring splendor fades, from the flowers in the woods too soon.
There's no stopping the chill rain at dawn, or the shrill wind at night…” Miao Xiao Miao said quietly, beautiful lashes fluttering lightly as a hazy look hung in her eyes.