Chapter 37 begins with the youth's mind.
Wen Yu was a little discouraged for a moment. If she had known that he would catch a cold and get sick, she should have insisted that he go back home to rest and even suggested that he go to Xianchun Cottage to change clothes.
She looked at the half-open door, which blocked most of her vision and could no longer see whether Song Linsheng had entered the room.
Wen Yu took off the veil behind her, held it in her hand, turned around and walked down the stone steps in front of the door.
The Song residence of Xianchun Cottage had been cleaned by someone, and there was not even an inch of grass on the stone steps. However, there was a layer of light green moss attached to it, which seemed difficult to remove completely.
Halfway through her walk, she simply lifted her skirt and sat down on the stone steps. Wen Yu propped herself up on her legs with her left hand, fanning the veil with her right hand intermittently. The gauze on the veil swayed with her movements, crawling up to the tip of her nose and scratching it, making her feel a little itchy.
Spring has returned, the ice and snow have melted, and although it is not the hottest weather, I do feel a bit sleepy and lazy after running around all day.
Wen Yu closed her eyes, supported her head with one hand, and continued to fan herself slowly with the veil with the other hand. The swaying gauze brought wisps of fresh breeze, which was very comfortable and made her a little drowsy.
For a moment, the mountains fell silent, the birdsong fading into the distance. The entire Houchun Mountain felt like a warm, boundless swaddling cloth, enveloping Wenyu. The sense of security, cultivated over millennia, nearly lulled her into a deep sleep.
Wen Yu felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of Song Linsheng's footsteps in the courtyard. Unlike his usual leisurely stroll, his footsteps today were clearly heavier, and there was a sense of panic and haste...
She calmed down, catching the breeze by her ears, the flowing clouds on her fingertips, and the sounds of blooming flowers and fluttering butterflies and bees intertwined to compose the music of spring; the pictures of sprouting grass and flying catkins overlapped to form the prelude to winter's farewell.
She couldn't help but immerse herself in it, as if she had returned to the long centuries of time when she worked as a sycamore tree in the ancestral temple of the sycamore trees. The God of Spring was her support; the mountain foxes and cats were her old friends; and the tourists who came and went were just "storytellers" who could bring her interesting stories of the mortal world...
It was wonderful back then. Although I couldn't speak, let alone walk, and I couldn't transform into the beautiful body I have now, I was carefree back then, listening to the rain and watching the clouds every day, watching mortals make wishes... It was also wonderful...
Wen Yu couldn't help but think of her master, Lord Ju Mang. Although he loved to joke, he was always looking at the countless books and classics in the Nianchun Temple, trying to learn the spells and talismans that he could never master.
But he had allowed her to grow in the Wutong Ancestral Temple for those years, helped her transform, accepted her as a disciple, and moved her original body back to the Spring Temple. It was Master and Chi Huang who made her no longer a lonely piece of wood.
If she hadn't caused trouble for no reason and destroyed Song Linsheng's longevity branch, she would still be playing in the water with Chi Huang at the Three Lights Divine Pond in the Spring Temple, or lying on the branches of the Immortal Tree with her head in her arms, basking in the sun...
Wen Yu was about to fall asleep, her thoughts flying farther and farther away, the sounds around her gradually faded away, as if pulling Wen Yu into an uninhabited wilderness. Looking up, she saw the boundless sky, and looking down, she saw the vast prairie fire.
The last wisp of wind also disappeared mixed with thoughts. Wen Yu was about to fall into a deep sleep - in the dream, there were flowers blooming and spring grass growing. Wen Yu was about to lie down on the grassy ground with an open mind, but she heard a rustling sound in the grass -
Wen Yu was startled, and his eyes, which had been closed, opened wide, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
The dream she just had was false, but the sound she heard was real.
Wen Yu sat up straight, put the veil behind her back, and stood up quietly.
She had originally thought of killing time on the stone steps, waiting for Song Lin to be born, but she hadn't expected to be so engrossed that she nearly fell asleep. But even in that half-awake, half-asleep state, she wasn't so drowsy as to not be able to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
The sound of the grass and trees moving just now must be the result of some animals or birds walking around. Judging from the sound, it should be - a human?
No, not a human, at least... not a mortal...
At this moment, all the tourists followed Lord Mu up the mountain to worship the gods. This Xianchun cottage was on the mountainside, which was far away from the Wutong Ancestral Temple. Even if the people took the wrong road, they would never come here.
What's more, the Song family is a century-old family, and ordinary people will definitely not come to disturb them.
Wen Yu took two steps down the stone steps, thinking of asking, but then she realized Song Linsheng was still inside. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and with a flick of her wrists, she formed a hand seal and moved toward the door behind her. The half-open door instantly closed tightly.
Only then did she feel relieved and head towards the door. She wanted to see who had the audacity to come and provoke her today. She was imbued with the aura of the Spring Temple, and that blind person was going to oppose her master, Lord Ju Mang.
The sound was intermittent and didn't stop even after Wen Yu woke up. It seemed like it was meant to lure her over. Wen Yu squeezed her palms. Master and Chi Huang were both away today... she had a good chance to practice...
She is not afraid!
A small building is built in the spring, and the moon rises from the garden.
Song Linsheng was in a state of uncertainty. He ran all the way, crossed the patio in a few steps, and finally hurried into Yuechu Garden.
He pushed open the nanmu lattice door with one hand, hurried into the house, and quickly turned around to close the door. However, he was not in a hurry to go into the house. Instead, he leaned his back against the door.
Song Linsheng tilted his head slightly, his round skull pressed against the door frame. Perhaps the force was too great, squeezing his hair crown to one side and loosening it.
He walked so fast that his throat moved up and down, and a slight gasp escaped from his lips. He closed his eyes tightly, and the blush on his face had not faded.
The pleasant spring sun shone through the carvings on the window lattice and reflected on Song Linsheng's face, making half of his face glow and the other half sank into shadow.
Unlike his usual calmness and gentleness, he has a kind of beauty that is sometimes bright and sometimes dark, with blurred boundaries.
He is really weird today.
He thought of Madam Wen Yu's eyes, which were as clear as water and as bright as the moon, and he felt restless for a long time.
Song Lin suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the carved beams and painted buildings, the emerald green and red painted roof, lost in thought. He couldn't close his eyes, because if he did, all he could see was Madam Wen Yu's every smile and every glance.
He still kept leaning against the door, looking up, until the rise and fall of his chest gradually subsided and his breathing became steady. Finally, Song Linsheng slowly exhaled a long breath and calmed down.
He stood up straight, walked around the plain screen embroidered with green and blue trees, and walked into the room.
The clothes in the closet were neatly arranged, and all the clothes inside and outside were sorted into different categories. Most of them were the plain white brocade and flowing cloud robes that he always liked to wear.
Song Linsheng originally planned to just pick up a piece of clothing to change into, but when he raised his hand to sweep across the overlapping clothes, he paused.
His hand rested on a sky-blue robe.
The clothes here were all bought by Uncle Song a few days ago. Since they were spare clothes and it was not summer yet, he did not stay overnight in Xianchun Cottage most of the time. When Uncle Song came to report, he did not take it seriously and did not even look at it personally.
I didn't know there was also a sky-blue robe among them. Looking at the pattern on the brocade, it should be made of the same material as the dress that Madam Wenyu was wearing today.
Song Linsheng paused, tapping the robe repeatedly with his fingertips. After a while, he moved his hand and took out the moon-white robe beside him.
Song Linsheng stood behind the screen, unbuttoned his unbearable outer robe, and draped it over the screen. His undergarment was also soaked with water, and with a hint of sweat, it clung to his body, making it uncomfortably damp.
Song Linsheng raised his hand to change his undershirt as well, but when his hand reached his waist, he stopped.
Eating and dressing are just ordinary things in daily life.
Moreover, Xiyan was always there to help him dress and wash. He never felt embarrassed or wanted to avoid others.
But today, he was alone outside the garden on this moonlit night. There was no one around, and it was completely silent. The doors and windows outside were tightly closed, and he was quite far from the main gate.
Instead, he felt a little shy and was too embarrassed to change clothes here.
Song Linsheng turned around and looked at the green leaves on the screen, but his eyes did not fall on the tree embroidered on both sides. Instead, he looked through the screen, through the door and wall, as if he wanted to look all the way to the outside of Xianchun Cottage.
Even if... even if Madam Wen Yu was here... it wouldn't be... it wouldn't be like this, right?
Song Linsheng was startled by his own thoughts. He quickly turned around and looked down at his collar. He calmed himself, closed his eyes, and changed his clothes in one go.
Outer robes, middle garments, and lining garments were placed one by one on the screen. The drooping hems covered most of the green embroidery, and only the rustling sound of sliding fabrics could be heard in the room.
After a while, Song Linsheng came out from behind the painting of Biwuchun. He raised his hands and brushed his shoulders one by one to smooth out the wrinkles, then bent down to straighten his belt and hem one by one.
Even when Xiyan was not around and there was no one to serve him, he could still take good care of his clothes.
Song Linsheng pressed his collar with one hand and turned his slender white neck left and right, leaving room for his body to move.
As the saying goes, a gentleman dresses properly. Song Linsheng walked towards the bronze mirror. His hair had been wet and leaned against the wall without any scruples, so it had already become loose and crooked. Not to mention that he had just changed his clothes. Now his hair was so loose that he couldn't even wear a hair crown.
His clothes were neat, but his hair was loose. If you ignored his gentlemanly demeanor and only looked at his appearance, you would find a unique kind of ascetic beauty.
Song Linsheng looked at himself in the mirror, gathered his hair behind his head with his hands, and with a twist of his fingers, he put his hair into a bun. He put on the ivory crown again, passed the jade hairpin through the crown, and fixed the bun in place.
He raised his hand to hold the crown, slightly adjusting its position and placing it firmly on his head.
While straightening his hair, Song Linsheng seemed to have straightened out his previously disturbed mood.
He looked at himself in the mirror, who was only in his twenties, chuckled and shook his head.
He remembered what his brother said on the day he came of age: Now that you have been crowned, you are no longer a young man.
Song Linsheng thought about what he had just thought, and his smile became even wider.
Now that you are an adult, how can you still have the mentality of a young man?
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