Yun Wei was really not awake.
He knew that Qin Lushu was actually there to report for duty at the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. Bili City followed the old rules, and from the highest level of the prefecture and the three temples down to the twelve halls, everyone had to report for duty on time.
Mao Shi, which is 5 a.m.
To be honest, this time is still a bit too early for modern people.
He had long known that the ancients were exceptionally diligent, but he hadn't expected that so many people in Bili City would be practicing martial arts at the crack of dawn.
At the other end of the courtyard, amidst the howling snow and wind, the distant sound of swords clashing made it difficult for him to go back to sleep.
This feeling reminded him of his time living in a dormitory.
As the exam approached, my roommate would get up before dawn to cram. Even though he had studied quite well, the rustling of pages made it impossible for him to fall asleep.
Thinking of this, Yun Wei was stunned.
He hadn't thought about those incredibly dark years for a long time.
Since being with Isaac, even the nightmares that had plagued him for over a decade have rarely reappeared.
As he leaned against the carved beams and painted rafters, he suddenly felt as if he were in another world, in an unknown time and space.
This is precisely the enemy of realism, and he knows perfectly well that he shouldn't immerse himself in it.
So he closed the door, but returned to the round table and sat down. By the light of the two brightly burning red candles, he took out the bamboo slips he had bought at the bookstore the day before from his spatial storage.
This is the Book of Songs.
The apocalypse occurred during the summer vacation after the second semester of second grade. Just a few days prior, they had been learning a text that would normally be covered in third grade.
The school had its own copy room, so they used cheap, yellowed paper and ink that had seeped through the paper to copy parts of the textbooks that would be taught in the third grade.
Among them are two poems from the Book of Songs: "Guanju" and "Jianjia".
Yun Wei remembers it very clearly.
He didn't know how he could remember it so clearly.
At that time, during a Chinese class, when he and his classmates were reciting those repeated and poignant sentences under the teacher's guidance, he suddenly burst into tears.
The reeds are green and lush, and the white dew has turned to frost.
The one I long for is on the other side of the water.
...
"Yun, what are you looking at?"
Yun Wei was staring intently at the characters engraved on the bamboo slips when Isaac called out to him, snapping him out of his reverie. Looking at Isaac, who had somehow sat down beside him with a head of fluffy hair, Yun Wei couldn't help but chuckle.
Seeing the look on his face, a look that suggested he hated reading but couldn't help feeling curious because of him.
He smiled and said, "This is the Book of Songs, a collection of poems that I have always wanted to read but never had the chance to."
Upon hearing this, Isaac leaned closer and glanced at the words, then immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Wow! I don't recognize a single one of these words."
Yun Wei couldn't help but shake his head. "Indeed. These are Qin Small Seal script characters; even I have to decipher them quite well."
Isaac said, "But since it's a poem, why don't you read it to me?"
In Yun Wei's memory, Isaac rarely seemed to make demands of him.
Now that the other party has brought it up to him, Yun Wei naturally won't refuse.
He nodded and immediately replied, "Okay. But this is my first time reading it too, so I might stumble a bit."
“It’s okay.” Isaac seemed to cheer up immediately.
The other person picked up the stool he was sitting on, bowed, and sat down opposite Yun Wei, sitting upright.
Yunwei hasn't done morning reading for a long time.
So much so that even opening my mouth suddenly requires me to take a deep breath.
He looked at the bamboo slips in his hand. At that time, printing had not yet been invented, and the characters on the bamboo slips were carved by craftsmen with metal tools and then coated with pigments and raw lacquer for preservation.
The rightmost header reads: "Bei Feng Ji Gu".
Yun Wei thought to himself, this must be a poem he had never heard before.
So he cleared his throat and began to read slowly:
"The drums beat loudly, the soldiers eagerly prepare for battle. The Tu Kingdom fortifies its walls, while I alone march south..."
This appears to be a poem about war.
Yun Wei was somewhat confused, but he still gritted his teeth and continued.
His voice was originally hoarse, but when he recited these ancient poems with their beautiful rhythm, it seemed to have its own natural intonation and cadence.
Unexpectedly, after he finished reciting the first few slightly tongue-twisting lines of poetry, things suddenly became much clearer.
"In life and in death, in separation and reunion, we made a vow—"
Upon reading this, Yun Wei suddenly stopped.
No wonder I suddenly understood; the next two lines are so familiar.
So... this poem originated from here.
He put down the bamboo scroll in his hand, but raised his head and looked intently at Isaac, who was sitting on the other side of the table, listening attentively with a furrowed brow.
They also had a contract, so crude it was full of loopholes, yet it was a vow to never be apart, even in death.
Yun Wei finally spoke, reciting each word slowly and deliberately: "Holding your hand, we will grow old together."
He also wanted to hold Issa's big hand and be together forever.
Yun Wei thought that Isaac probably didn't understand, because the other person's eyes were still confused.
But he didn't want to continue studying.
The last two sentences were so sad. Once he felt the empathy, all he wanted was to be with his Issa.
He lowered his eyes, then rolled up the bamboo slips again and put them away carefully.
"I've finished reading," he whispered, then everything went dark.
Isaac didn't answer, but suddenly grasped his hand across the entire round table.
The other person's palm had already been considerately covered with a thin layer of fire element, the intense heat making Yun Wei somewhat stunned.
“I understand, Yun,” the other person said in a deep voice.
His beloved knight, even in his serious and earnest voice, was filled with deep affection.
"What did you understand?" Yun Wei raised his chin and asked calmly, placing his other hand on top of his. Now, their hands were clasped together.
"You want to hold my hand and be with me forever," Isaac said, looking at him intently with absolute certainty.
Before he could answer, the other person added, "That's what I think too."
It was that killer look and that sincerity again.
Yun Wei could no longer maintain his composure at this moment; his cheeks were burning hot, and his heart was pounding uncontrollably, all for the man in front of him.
But he still stubbornly insisted, "Hmm, I really didn't realize it. I didn't expect your Biliyu to have improved so rapidly during this time—"
However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by his beloved man, "No, Yun, I didn't listen with my ears."
The other party suddenly moved, but did not make a loud noise.
God knows how Isaac managed to kneel on one knee on the table and approach him; perhaps it was just because of his tall stature.
The other man's forehead gently touched his own, while the back of his hand was firmly pressed against Isaac's broad chest, where a slow, deep rhythm resonated, deafeningly.
There was still a small gap between their postures. The two red candles on the table, their flames still burning, generously filled the entire empty space with their light.
From this superior vantage point, the other party finally revealed the answer—
"My heart is the one that can understand your emotions."
My heart will beat for you forever, without stopping for a moment.
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