Shadows of reeds on the moonlit window, sounds of orchids and bamboos in the wind-swept hall.
It was late at night and the room was filled with the fragrance of bamboo. Lou Yunchun, dressed in plain clothes with his hair loose, sat upright on the couch in front of the window and carefully opened the letter from Xu Jiang.
【My heart shines on the moon:
Seeing your letter is like meeting you in person. I wonder when you will return? When will you receive your letter? Are you all right?
Not very peaceful.
Lou Yunchun rubbed the thin handwriting in a depressed mood. He was tired and hurt all the way. How could these few short words comfort him?
He wanted more, and longed for more. But what he wanted and longed for was far away, so hard to come by at that moment.
But the letter seemed to be stuck to his hand and he couldn't let it go, tempting him to read it word by word.
Since you left, I've been worried day and night. I've thought about your safety, worried about your hunger, worried about your warmth, and calculated when you'd return. But now you're leaving, and I can't miss meeting you. My heart is burning.
A sentence grinds away the resentment, leaving only a hungry stomach.
What does it mean to be obsessed with thoughts? He now fully understands it.
Lou Yunchun stared at the thin piece of paper, as if he wanted to see through it, as if the other side of the paper was the person thousands of miles away.
I believe you have heard the whole story. Now that I know my biological mother is in Chongzhou, I must go there to find her. I hope you will be cautious and not worried. I will find her and take care of her, and I will return home.
When I read this, my heart sank and my throat felt like it was being pricked by needles.
His parents had told him everything that had happened to Xu Jiang after he left.
The bookstore caught fire, the Xu and Zhou families were in trouble, and she suddenly heard that her master had become her biological father and her biological mother was still alive... This series of misfortunes would make her panic, distressed and confused even if she was open-minded.
I don't know how much anger I swallowed and how much injustice I suffered during that time.
Her father said that although she was temporarily lost, she quickly recovered and praised her for her ability to withstand hardships and weather the storm. But he knew that she had to cheer up and no one could support her.
I only regret that I am not in the capital, and cannot face it with her and share the ups and downs.
He took a deep breath and continued reading, but the words had already reached the bottom.
The paper is short and the ink is shallow, yet it is difficult to express my longing for you. My words are clumsy and my feelings are shallow, yet I cannot express even half of my feelings. I understand you from afar, and will talk to you in detail when we return. This is Ajahn's pen.
The letter was not long, but Lou Yunchun read it for a long time.
He engraved each word in his heart over and over again, and finally kneaded the word "眷" repeatedly. His heart surged and fell, sometimes full and sometimes empty, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.
I wonder how she's doing in Chongzhou now? Is her search for her relatives going smoothly? Is she facing any difficulties? I wish I could grow wings so I could fly to her side and keep her company, or even just bring her back.
But when he thought that the situation in the capital would not be resolved in a day or two, Lou Yunchun felt a little annoyed. These troublemakers had to be dealt with as soon as possible.
He folded the letter and held it against his chest. It took him a long time to calm down. Then he stood up and wanted to put the letter into Yue Nu's treasure box.
But when he opened the box, he found an extra letter inside. He took it out and found that it was a letter he had sent back to her.
I opened the envelope and found a piece of letter inside besides the letter I wrote.
The wind came in through the window, shaking the candlelight, and Lou Yunchun felt uneasy.
He pulled out the letter, unfolded it gently, and was suddenly stunned.
It was a poem and two drops of tears.
[How much longing does a one-night stand have? The corners of the earth and the ends of the earth are not far away. ]
He touched the dried tear marks, his heart suddenly ached, and he couldn't help but blame himself for not coming back earlier.
At three o'clock in the night, the rain was dripping on the tiles and also on my heart.
After a long time, Lou Yunchun stuffed the letter back into the envelope, put the two letters together, and locked them in a treasure box with great care.
He was breathing rapidly, his body was tired, and his heart was filled with annoyance. He couldn't fall asleep at all, so he had to pace back and forth in the room holding the treasure chest tightly to relieve his anxiety.
After turning around ten times, I didn't feel any less annoyed, and instead I made myself dizzy.
Lou Yunchun held onto the wooden chair in front of the desk and was about to sit down when his foot accidentally kicked a wooden box under the table. He stared at the box for a long time before putting down the box in his hand and taking it out with a frown.
The box was covered in dust. He brushed away the dust and opened it reluctantly.
The box contained portraits, about 10 to 20 of them, all of the same person.
Now that it's opened, there's nothing awkward about it.
Lou Yunchun simply took out all the paintings and placed them on the desk, then unfolded them one by one to look at them.
The person in the painting is the one he has been thinking about. Every movement, every frown and smile of the person is lifelike.
He looked at the paintings one by one, and his longing for love and boredom gradually disappeared.
When I finally saw the painting of "Drying Persimmons", I couldn't help but think of the persimmon tree in front of the Mingshi Pavilion.
I don’t know if it’s because of the incense ash I ate last year, but the persimmon tree has more fruits than last year. Now the green and red fruits complement each other, and have become a delicious offering at the reception banquet.
Looking at the person in the painting drying persimmons, Lou Yunchun couldn't help but sigh that the persimmons were just like him. Because of her enlightenment, they got rid of their numbness and became sweet.
I recall running into her by chance at Mingshi Pavilion last year, seeing her mounting paintings, teaching Yinyin calligraphy, and drooling over the persimmons on the tree...
She was like a spirit deer that had entered his territory, and he was fascinated by her unconsciously, and he could not help but believe in the word "fate".
Later, when he saw servants picking persimmons for her, he couldn't help but pick half of the persimmons himself. From then on, he couldn't help himself, getting closer and closer, falling deeper and deeper into her love, unable to extricate himself.
Lou Yunchun looked at the painting "Drying Persimmons" for a long time.
"Drying Persimmons" is a very good painting. The top scholar's skillful brushstrokes make people feel as if they are in the scene. But the better it is, the more jealous Lou Yunchun feels, especially after seeing the signature.
The candle burns like a finger, the incense burns like a worm, and the night is deep.
Lou Yunchun collected the scroll, re-boxed it, and placed it in a more secluded place.
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