Chapter 328
Wang Jiazhi was counting the days, and the big exam was approaching. He said that she should come back at least a week before the exam, otherwise it would be very troublesome to make up for it if she missed it.
She was now getting up early and working late to prepare for the exams, trying to win a scholarship. But sometimes she would stand by the window with the kitten in her arms, watching the gate for a while to relax, waiting for him to come in with his luggage.
That evening, after returning from the library, she went to the mailroom as usual to see if there was any mail. He should have arrived. Sure enough, his little eyes lit up as he watched her, happily going upstairs with the letter.
"Wait for me, you who value women over friends."
baby:
Zhan Xinjia
I've already arrived home. As soon as I got home, the mountain was covered in jasmine flowers. I tied a knot and made a wish to return as soon as possible. I felt a little sorry for my grandfather, but I'd only seen him a few times, so I wasn't particularly sad.
Even before the ship left, I started to miss you so much. I kept thinking about what you were doing.
You must be studying hard for the exams right now. Don't work so hard. The scholarship isn't that important even if you don't have it. I'd be heartbroken if you got sick from exhaustion. Back then, when I heard from others that you were always being bullied by Squinty Eyes, I felt so worthless. She'd been mean to you for so long, and not only did I fail to protect you, I was completely clueless. Damn it! I've been unable to sleep all night thinking about it. So, for my sake, please don't indulge anyone again. If you have any problems, just like I said when I left, you can talk to Xiao Xu and the others. Otherwise, I'll be worried.
And don't skimp on your food. Don't just eat steamed buns and free pickles like before. My parents have given me some money because my grandfather passed away and we all got some inheritance. I've asked Xiao Xu to pick you up from work. Don't refuse because it's too much trouble. I've also told him to help. I really don't want to worry about a girl walking alone at night.
I picked a small jasmine flower and sent it to you. Put it under your pillow and have a good sleep. I will be back soon.
The signature is a cat's paw.
Wang Jiazhi took the small yellow and white hydrangea-like osmanthus flower, smelled it, and then put it to her lips in a daze.
These flowers were sent from his hometown in the far south, across vast oceans and rivers. What was he doing now, amidst the jasmine blossoms that blanketed the mountains? Impossible. He must be very busy over there, with so much to do. Perhaps he was entertaining guests, or perhaps… She didn't know what the funeral procession entailed. Her mother's funeral had been simple.
Cat:
Zhan Xinjia
I have received your letter. I always wonder what you are doing now, but I can't think of it. What I think about most is the jasmine flowers all over the mountains that you mentioned.
The pot of jasmine in your room is now bursting out of its pot, like a huge snowdrift. The wind blows, and many of the petals fall down, filling the house with a wonderful fragrance. Xiaolan has grown quite a bit, too. It's actually a little heavy to hold now. It's strange, too. When you were here, the days passed, and I didn't notice it growing so fast. But after a few days of your absence, it's grown so fast. It misses you too, and it's always meowing near the door.
I'm taking good care of myself. Don't be so paranoid. Help out around the house and don't worry about me. You haven't been home to see your parents in three years. Take this opportunity to spend more time with them. We've grown up, and our parents are aging. Before my mother passed, I never imagined she would leave me one day, and so suddenly. Thinking about it now, I have so many regrets. Once someone leaves, you can never see them again.
There are many ways to express eternity. You said that dust will not gather for thousands of years. What I imagine is that when someone leaves their name in history books, people will continue to read and tell their stories for thousands of years. Or, as you said, writers' works will always be read and moved by people, no matter how many years have passed. The pages of a book will always be turned, so of course they won't gather dust.
But I feel that I have accumulated too many viewers and I am not at peace.
The eternity I can imagine is us being together forever. One day, I imagine I'll die before you. You'll find a very large coffin, fill it with nothing but our usual bedding and the book we always read before bed, and have me sleep in it. Then you'll find a tall tree with beautiful flowers and a pleasant fragrance, and bury me beneath it. When the day comes for you to find me, you'll sleep in it too. We'll be just like when we were alive, as if we were just asleep.
Death is a long sleep, a feeling that should be like being asleep. I find it not terrifying, but rather a peaceful eternity. We can sleep underground for ages, until the coffin rots away, our bones gradually dissolving into the soil, returning to dust, nourishing the blossoming tree. The tree will grow stronger and stronger, as if we too have become one with it, its flowers, and its fragrance. Life is so brief, and after death, a body is left behind. This shared transformation into dust is the most ideal, eternal life I can imagine.
I don't know if this letter will arrive before you leave, but I still wanted to write to you. Your departure scares me deeply, and I can't explain why. I just want you to know that I just want to be with you forever.
The signature was also a cat's paw. Wang Jiazhi plucked a jasmine flower from the table and placed it in the envelope.
He was in a hurry to leave, and had already walked quite a distance when someone caught up with him and gave him a letter. If he had left a little earlier, he wouldn't have received it. But his parents would have forwarded it to him. But it was so magical, as if she had caught up with him.
Leaving home early in the morning, he had to walk a long way to the city to catch the ferry, and then walk a long way before catching the ship to Guangzhou. The originally long and boring journey became full of anticipation. When he finally boarded the ship and could read the letter in peace, it was already evening, and the lights on the ship were on. He opened the letter with anticipation, saw her handwriting, and saw the familiar flowers on the desk. This bumpy journey was so warm and comforting.
He came back and everything instantly became normal again.
The house had been cleaned by her, and the jasmine flowers were in full bloom. He touched her face, examined her hair, arms, and two small hands. Everything was fine, nothing had changed. He held her little cat in his arms, feeling a sense of peace that had lasted for a thousand years.
The only change is that the kitten has turned into a big cat. It has only been walking for a month and it has grown so big.
He said, "Maybe we both grow older by the day. A cat grows a few months longer every day, so it's so fast."
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