Blood Ear (Part Six)
Thin wisps of light, water, and air are embedded between the thick stone walls.
He was shoved heavily out of the prison gate, and before he could even get his footing, he landed in this tiny space.
I took a few steps with my injured leg, only to feel excruciating pain.
He toddled along, like a child.
The heavy winter has almost passed, leaving only the first blooms of early spring scattered across this land, their enchanting beauty lingering in the air once more.
Spring, even with its graceful steps, is never quite enough.
Sometimes he felt lost and confused. The thirty-odd days he spent in prison felt like a literal death.
Like the sound of a broken string, the loud tearing of silk made the empty space seem even more desolate and lonely.
He took out the few coins he had and stopped in front of a telephone.
After a brief exchange of electrical currents, a familiar voice rang out.
"Hello?"
When your heart starts to tremble, you can feel the immense tremor by pressing your palms close to your chest.
However, he didn't say a word, just held the phone in his palm and listened silently to the angry person on the other end.
Seeing that he remained silent, the person opposite hesitated for a moment before asking again, "Who are you?"
After a long gap, they finally realized something was wrong.
Is it Siyuan?
Upon hearing this cry, he finally began to sob as if he had been resurrected from the dead, his sobs extremely low, yet so genuine that one could hear the bitterness within them.
"Siyuan, you..." He became incoherent, as if he were giving a thousand instructions, but in reality, he just wanted to say one thing—
"I'll wait for you to come back."
I'm waiting for you to come back.
It means it's in the place you know best. If you turn back, you can find it countless times.
This reassurance worked perfectly; she will always be the person who understands him best in the world.
"Um."
A few words were exchanged, and they bid each other farewell ambiguously across the mountains and rivers.
Emerging from the prison alley, he looked at the familiar streets and crowds, and slowly walked in one direction. As dusk approached, he stepped into the entrance of the Late Spring Hotel.
The shop assistant at the door was so startled when he saw him that he dropped the abacus he was holding.
He waved goodbye and walked into the dark underground passage. Half a step away, a yellow light appeared. It was the electric light turned on by the underground team holding a meeting.
As they drew closer, they could hear soft human voices.
He knocked on the door, and the sounds inside quickly stopped. A terrifying silence.
Until he gently pressed his lips to the gap and said, "I am Yuan Siyuan."
This silence showed no sign of ending; after several dozen seconds, the door finally opened.
Facing the light, he saw Rao Ming standing by the door, and in the distance, Yun Muchun and Yao Yimei...
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Their expressions quickly calmed down, and then they put on gentle smiles.
"Where's Xiao Qiu?" he asked.
The sound of the message spreading silently began again, but this time it was completely different from the previous one. He also sensed something was wrong.
"Xiao Qiu... has been locked up by them."
My comrade who went undercover in the prison said, "She's very likely already..."
After speaking, Rao Ming lowered his eyes, his lips trembling, and his fist gripping the document had crumpled the pages.
How far is the end of this battle, and how long will this ferry crossing take?
The small piece of my ear that was lost had scabbed over, and an electric-like pain gripped my heart in the cold, damp ground, but my blood was still warm, as were my tears.
The ancient earth exuded a somber, bodily scent, and short, whistling sounds echoed through the eardrums. The soft rustling of footsteps dissipated, only to return again and again, clinging to the skin. Hair continued to fall, settling into the dust, giving rise to a more rounded longing. Several gazes collided repeatedly, yet left a distinct emptiness, as if drifting far away, seeing endless mountains, rivers, moons, and trees, seeing through the primal life and death of millennia past, yet filled with boundless melancholy.
The lamplight, encased in a milky-white shade, danced and shone with intense colors. It was as if ten thousand butterflies, after burning to ashes, had released clusters of magnificent yet sorrowful phosphorescent dust.
They shed the cloak of sorrow from their brief death, hands clasped together, shoulders joined. As if born of one, body and soul seamlessly intertwined.
…………
"The poet said, under the brilliant starlight,"
Come into the long night, seek the flowers you have gathered.
He said he had seen the pure white Ophelia on the water.
Floating on the water, draped in a long gauze scarf, it resembled a magnificent lily.
If a poet loves you, he will write 90,000 sweet love poems for you.
He will call you his muse, and he will kneel down and kiss your toes, right on the edge of a tornado.
He will tell you about heaven and the proverbs of Jehovah.
There, countless men and women gently fall in love.
They have a dream as beautiful as a lily, as lustrous as a citrine crystal.
Lee Sang-yeon looked at her pale face, which was white from blood loss.
Her eyes were gently closed, as if she might wake up naturally at any moment.
The wounds had been carefully cleaned, and the white, quiet wounds were like a small, green pearl, rolling gently into my palm, warming me even more.
Looking at her, he felt an inexplicable distance. Her image cast a shadow over his, separated by a veil, making it impossible to see clearly.
The door was suddenly flung open, and the person's voice was extremely urgent.
"commander……"
He put a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence. Then he stood up, put on his coat, and closed the door.
"Commander, the Second Miss has arrived in Minkou and is currently..."
"He was standing right outside the hospital."
He listened and remained silent, then nodded slightly and said, "Understood."
He saw her again, just five or six steps away through the iron fence.
A flat hat hung down, revealing a hazy black veil that covered half of her face, while the color of her bright red lips peeked out, like the juice overflowing from a half-ripe mulberry.
Drop by drop, it turned into a bottomless whirlpool in my heart, continuously carving out its territory.
Their blood has so much overlap, like two rivers that have diverged from the sea, flowing endlessly, yet they are born from the same root.
Sitting in a café in the concession, the long, deep jazz music floated overhead.
How is Father?
"When did you start worrying about your father's health?" She took a sip from her cup and smiled.
“Things are different now. It’s safest for Second Sister to stay with Father.” He glanced at her, took out a cigarette, and put it to his lips.
"You don't need to tell me these things; you know what kind of person I am."
I'm here to tell you that I'm getting married next month. If you have time, come over!
He paused for a moment after hearing this, then lowered his eyes, smoked his cigarette, and said, "Okay."
She took out a cigarette from the open pack and put it to her lips. He silently leaned in and lit it for her.
He had never seen her smoke before.
Today, however, I saw her slender eyes upturned, filled with unspoken stories of past and present lives through the milky white smoke.
She observed him, waited for him, and lured him through layers of illusion.
It seems that only a kiss can break through this strange barrier of blood ties.
It seems that everything needs to be close enough to submerge this false illusion.
She stood up, and he could only offer her a light kiss on the cheek.
Goodbye, Ayan.
When the news of her upcoming marriage spread like wildfire throughout the world,
When the dark, bold font appeared on the first page of the newspaper
She smiled and covered half of her face with the black veil again.
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