Chapter 37 The Happiness of Longing

Perhaps the medicine I gave him was working, because Guo Jia soon fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at his pale sleeping face, I reached out and tucked the blanket around him, feeling a mix of emotions.

"I'm impressed." A teasing voice sounded softly from behind.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation, almost forgetting that there was this annoying guy next to me.

"I never imagined that the little wolf cub could have such a gentle side," Hua Yingxiong said with a smile as he leaned closer to me.

With my back to him, I silently grinned, then suddenly raised my hand and punched him hard in the stomach with my elbow.

"Ahhh... Murder!" Hua Yingxiong cried out in a pitiful voice, retreating repeatedly.

I turned around and smiled as I admired his exaggerated pain.

"The most poisonous heart is that of a woman..." His face was deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Hey! Stop pretending!" Seeing him like this, my heart skipped a beat. Could it be that I really hurt him?

He leaned against the wall, head down, long hair falling across his forehead, hands tightly clutching his stomach, motionless.

"Hey, hey..." I cautiously stepped forward, "It doesn't hurt that much, does it? Are you even a man?!"

"Yes, it is." He suddenly looked up and nodded very seriously. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

I was stunned for a moment, and before I could react, he had already taken my hands in his.

“Little wolf cub…” he looked at me with deep affection.

I shuddered, feeling a chill run down my spine. The next second, I forcefully shook off his hand and threw a punch at him.

He caught my fist with one hand and shook his head, "You're really not cute."

I pulled my hand back and subconsciously turned around. Seeing that Guo Jia hadn't been woken up, I breathed a sigh of relief and dragged Hua Yingxiong out of the room.

In the yard, Xiao Mao slowly glanced back at us, then slowly turned back to continue chewing the grass on the ground. (Reader asked: Xiao Mao, why is it that every time you appear... you're eating? Xiao Mao replied: Food is the most important thing for people.)

"Can his illness be cured?" I asked somewhat abruptly.

Hua Yingxiong glanced at me, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky. "I first met him in Luoyang. He was running a pastry shop and was ill, but I never saw him take his medicine." He turned back to look at me. "Later, we became acquainted, but at that time I didn't know he was Cao Cao's strategist..."

"Can it be cured?" I asked again, pursing my lips slightly.

"His health was already weak, but as a strategist, he had too many schemes to handle... It was so exhausting..." Hua Yingxiong sighed, a rare occurrence for him.

"Hey! Aren't you a miracle doctor?!" I decided to show my contempt for him.

"I'm a miracle doctor, not a god." He glanced at me sideways, then softened his expression. "I... will try my best."

I smiled, raised my hand and patted his shoulder, "I believe in you."

He stared at me blankly for a long time, then leaned closer to me with ill intent, "Don't smile at me like that, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will fall in love with you."

The next second...

"Ah!..." A scream pierced the sky from inside the courtyard.

"Keep your voice down! Do you want to wake him up?" I punched him again.

"You're so biased..." Hua Yingxiong shook his head and sighed, his face full of grief.

I was overjoyed, then turned around and said, "I'm going back to the Prime Minister's residence. You may do as you please."

"It's on my way, I'll give you a ride." He immediately straightened up and said with a smile.

I reached out and gently touched his shoulder, acting like we were best buddies, and said with a smile, "I've decided to treat you better from now on."

"I am extremely grateful." He bowed slightly, his fox-like eyes crinkling.

Stepping out of the courtyard, the sun was already setting; it was already evening.

The sun was only half visible, and the clouds on the horizon were tinged with golden light, creating a sky full of colorful clouds.

I gently closed the door, leaving the room quiet, then jumped onto the carriage and sat beside him, without getting into the carriage itself.

Hua Yingxiong lightly tapped the horse's back with his whip, "Giddy up!"

The carriage moved forward slowly and steadily, clattering towards the sun. I sat cross-legged, feeling relaxed and at ease.

"White clouds fly, sparrows return, wisps of smoke rise as evening cooking begins, a traveler wanders the ends of the earth, searching for his way home at dusk, but where is his hometown..." The melodious song, carrying a touch of coolness, drifted along the wind.

Hua Yingxiong lightly flicked his whip, singing all the way, and it was strangely pleasant to the ear.

"What song is that? It has a really nice tune." I turned to look at him curiously.

"A song of parting." He stopped singing and laughed heartily, "There are some people who are destined to wander their whole lives, making the world their home, living a life of unbridled freedom..."

“The Song of Parting…” I smiled, “The melody is very sad.”

Hua Yingxiong paused for a moment, then chuckled and continued singing, "On a moonlit night, the candlelight is warm, a loving mother weaves a thread in her hand, the moon is far away... I miss my loved ones far away..."

"White clouds fly, sparrows return, wisps of smoke rise as evening cooking begins, a traveler wanders the ends of the earth, searching for his way home at dusk, but where is his hometown? On a moonlit night, the candlelight is warm, a loving mother threads a needle with her hand, the moon is far away, and he longs for his loved ones across the ends of the earth..."

The carriage clattered along the way, carrying the melodious singing all the way.

"It is a blessing to be missed, and it is also a blessing to be able to miss others." Listening to the mournful melody, I smiled and spoke softly, gazing at the sunset on the horizon, feeling somewhat lost.

For example, Guo Jia longed for the woman who was already happy.

For example, Cao Cao longed for a woman he thought was already dead...

Longing is having the image of the person you miss in your mind—their appearance, their voice, their smile…

Longing is being able to recall everything you shared with him—every smile, every tear, or perhaps… just a single sentence…

Then, you can savor it slowly over time and reminisce about it...

As for me, the number of people I can miss is very small...

I miss my mother terribly, but I can't remember what she looks like, I can't recall her voice...

I long to remember my father, but... my memories are just a blur...

Only Aman from that distant time and space... that mentally challenged man, he had the clearest eyes, and like me... he was an orphan.

Suddenly, the image of the dog's clear black and white eyes flashed into my mind, and a pang of pain shot through my heart. That child... I wonder where he is now...

They searched every possible place in Xuchang, but found absolutely no trace of them.

Is he resenting me? Resenting me for leaving him... even if it was out of necessity.

"Hmm," Hua Yingxiong nodded in response, "Perhaps."

By the time they arrived at the Prime Minister's residence, it was already dark.

After getting off the carriage, Hua Yingxiong and I entered the Prime Minister's residence together.

“Fengxiao said it would be more convenient for him to stay here and examine the Prime Minister,” he said with a shrug.

I nodded, about to say something, when I discovered that the Prime Minister's residence was already brightly lit, with guards in heavy armor coming and going.

What happened?

Instinctively, I rushed into the mansion and searched everywhere for Cao Cao.

"Prime Minister...Prime Minister has been summoned to the palace by the Emperor." Madam Ding's voice sounded softly behind me, with a hint of inexplicable tremor.