Walking along the long street of the market, you see shops lining both sides, their signs fluttering in the wind—the sign of the tavern "Taibai Tower" is embroidered with gold.
The "Jinxiu Pavilion" in the cloth shop is decorated with colorful fabrics, and the "Suyi Pavilion" in the pastry shop is filled with the sweet aroma of osmanthus cake.
A peddler carrying a load walked by, shouting, "Sugar figurines, dough figurines, beautiful and delicious!" The load on his shoulders swayed as he passed by.
The "dong dong" sound of the rattle drum mingled with the hawkers' cries, echoing through the alley.
A woman dressed in coarse cloth carefully selects fabrics at a stall, her fingers stroking the plain cotton cloth as she haggles with the stall owner.
"Manager Wang, if you lower the price of this cloth by two copper coins, I'll make a new cotton-padded jacket for my child. Her clothes from last year are too short."
The stall owner smiled and shook his head: "Sister Li, this fabric is newly arrived, and I've already given you a discount. If I lower the price any further, I'll lose money!"
The child with his hair in two buns clutched a copper coin, his little hands sweating, and stared longingly at the sugar painting stall.
Watching the master twist his wrist, the melted sugar syrup flowed on the bluestone slab, instantly sketching a lifelike little rabbit with drooping ears and round, bright eyes.
The child cheered and ran towards her mother, who was not far away, holding the sugar painting. Her mother smiled and wiped the sugar stains from the corner of her mouth, then took her hand and walked home.
This bustling world, so vibrant and lively, shines brighter than the stars in the Milky Way, and every breath carries a comforting warmth.
There were peddlers' shouts, women's laughter, children's shouts, and the aroma of food, all intertwined like a warm, cozy net, enveloping the entire long street.
As Qin Qianluo gazed at all this, a gentle warmth spread across her eyes, like mutton fat jade soaked in warm water, so soft it seemed to drip with moisture.
She recalled the aroma of porridge wafting from the kitchen when she was reviewing memorials late at night in the Prince's mansion, and the sweet potatoes roasted around a campfire on a snowy night at the border.
I recall the sense of peace I felt when I heard reports of the people living in peace and prosperity in the imperial court.
She exhaled softly, a faint halo emanating from her body. Her fingertips touched the void, as if she were about to shatter the boundaries of this world and depart.
This world is wonderful, but her story has long been settled by time. Now, seeing the younger generation doing well is enough.
Xin Ziming glanced back at this small world. The setting sun was spreading over the city wall, bathing the bricks, tiles, grass, trees, and pedestrians in a warm gold.
Even the air was filled with the aroma of dinner from every household—the rich, savory flavor of braised pork belly, glistening chunks of meat simmering in the pot, their fragrance wafting for several streets.
It has the refreshing taste of green vegetables and tofu. The tender white tofu and bright green vegetables are tumbling in the pot, exuding a homely flavor.
There's also the smooth, creamy rice porridge, the aroma of rice mixed with the sweetness of water, which makes you feel warm just by smelling it.
She lazily shook the loose ends of her silver hair, the strands fluttering softly in the wind like threads woven from moonlight, and caught up with Qin Qianluo in a few steps.
The last syllable was drawn out, like a cat's paw gently scratching at one's heart: "You're leaving already? Won't you stay a little longer?"
Look at those wild chrysanthemums at the alley entrance; they'll be withered in a few days. Why don't you leave them to see their last moments?
Where else are you planning to go? I'm going to the East China Sea to see the corals. I've heard that the thousand-year-old corals in the East China Sea can reflect past events.
Let's go to the Western Regions to find snow lotus. The snow lotus in the Western Regions blooms on snow-capped mountains and is whiter than the clouds in the sky.
Oh, right—
She suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowed slightly with a mischievous glint in them, as if she had discovered something amusing.
"Don't you plan to search for Su Jinyun's reincarnation?"
The wind carried her words across the clouds, startling a few returning geese. They flew in a V-formation, their wingtips slicing through the evening glow.
The sunset was as red as fire, and as red as a ripe pomegranate, layer upon layer, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
The cries of wild geese, clear and melodious, traveled from the clouds all the way down to the human world, as if adding a touch of lingering charm to Qin Qianluo's silence, gently rippling in the twilight and lingering for a long time.
Qin Qianluo paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples, but quickly returning to calm.
He simply gazed at the distant sunset and sighed softly. In that sigh, there seemed to be both nostalgia and relief.
Qin Qianlu gazed at the last rays of sunset on the distant horizon—the sunset was like rouge that had been crushed, mixed with a touch of molten gold warmth.
It was slowly sinking into the inky night, and even the clouds on the horizon were tinged from crimson to deep purple.
She paused slightly, her clothes fluttering gently in the wind like a cloud about to drift away.
She didn't turn around to look at Xin Zimo beside her. Her voice was as light as the wind that swept across the lake in early autumn, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.
Each word fell to the wind: "Go now."
Without hesitation or unnecessary words, it was as if the thought of "finding Su Jinyun's reincarnation" had long been hidden in his heart, just waiting for an opportunity to be revealed.
After she finished speaking, she slowly turned her eyes to the side, her gaze falling on Xin Ziming's swaying fox tail.
The nine snow-white tails were casually sweeping through the air, their tips occasionally brushing against the wisps of cloud beside them.
As if passing the time while traveling, even the loose ends of her silver hair swayed along with it.
Qin Qianluo's tone was somewhat casual, but her eyes held a subtle hint of probing: "And you? Are you planning to stay with me forever?"
Don't forget, the responsibilities you bear are not something you can simply relinquish.
The wind carried her words away, with the lingering warmth of the sunset and a subtle, almost imperceptible tenderness—like a thawed stream in spring, clear and gentle.
The tone seemed to be urging her to go back and take on her responsibilities, asking her "when will you leave?", but upon closer listening, it was clear that she was quietly waiting for an answer.
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