After I picked up the letter, I found a book covered with golden paper underneath. There was only a small square red seal on the cover. It was not a popular font so I couldn't understand it, but I felt it was exquisite and elegant.
Musical scores, calligraphy, poetry books... Could it be - women's virtues?
He seemed to sense my curiosity and hesitation, and said nonchalantly, "It's just a storybook."
Oh! My heart was finally at ease. Song Heng really understood me. I just felt that the two gifts in this brocade box were much more useful and interesting than the decorations in the house.
But Xiao Tao and Xiao Cui seemed a little surprised, probably because they didn't expect that the brocade box His Majesty specially gave me contained only a storybook.
The Ministry of Rites still had to discuss the April palace examination with Song Heng in the evening. Song Heng gently asked me to go to bed early and then left in a hurry. I suddenly realized how difficult it was for him to spare nearly half a day at this time.
I sat at the table with the lamp on at night and opened the letter from home. My mother's handwriting was delicate and beautiful. I could feel that she was an extremely gentle person through every stroke. She must have known about my amnesia. The letter did not contain much about my recent situation, but mostly about my childhood.
Although the story describes how I was naughty and disobedient to them when I was a child, it is full of memories and love.
A child's mischief becomes liveliness and playfulness in the eyes of his parents.
I was obviously reading with a smile on my face, but later I couldn't help crying, and I didn't even know why. While Xiaotao and Xiaocui were sorting out the day's rewards with their backs to me, I quickly wiped my tears and put the letter away, planning to read a storybook to relieve my mood.
Looking at the exquisite cover, I think this storybook must also be from the palace library. After carefully flipping through it, I can smell the fragrance of ink and the paper feels soft and comfortable.
The story is short, with each page featuring a painting and a word. It tells the story of a young girl, carrying a bow and riding a horse, who wanders the world, saving the dying and the wounded, punishing evildoers, picking willows in the south of the Yangtze River, admiring the scenery in the north of the desert, staying in prosperous restaurants and thatched inns deep in the forest, drinking morning dew and sipping fine wine. She is a graceful young girl when she hides the bow, and a heroic woman when she draws it...
A bow, a horse, a man, and a world.
My heart surged as I watched, my fingers trembling slightly, and I just wanted to find a bow immediately and shoot at the lonely wheel in the sky to quench my thirst.
Until the last page, a line of vigorous and powerful words with a hidden tip at the end appeared on the soft white paper:
"On your 29th birthday, I give you this thin book as a gift. Heng."
A string in my heart was suddenly pulled, and I quickly turned the pages forward——
!
Oh my god, it wasn't until I finished reading it that I suddenly realized that the words in this storybook are in exactly the same style as Song Heng's!
I also realized that the first page, which I usually skip, is not like the ordinary storybooks, which has the title, the name of the storyteller, the name of the painter, comments and recommendations.
There were only big quotation marks and three characters, and these three characters were no longer restrained, but were extremely unrestrained and sharp:
Frost Wish
This is actually the storybook he wrote and illustrated for me personally. It is the only one of its kind in the world and belongs only to me.
The moonlight is soft and gentle, seeming to flow into the heart.
Whose boy has touched whose heartstrings.
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