Chapter 1590: Divination
Even Luofengtang, who had been silently eating all along, was taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly.Over there, Luo Dahu continued talking."Xia'er twisted her ankle and can't walk long distances....That really put her, being so pregnant, in a difficult position.
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I didn't expect that after all this trouble, his wish was just to hear her sing a song
So simple, and so pure.
She felt that her thoughts, compared to his, seemed a little soiled.
To mask her inner unease, she gave a light cough. "It's just singing a song, isn't it No problem at all. Go on, what do you want to hear"
Mu Zichuan said: "Anything is fine, as long as you sing it."
It was you singing, especially for me alone...
"Is that so" Yang Ruqing said, walking forward slowly while frowning. She quickly filtered through all the most popular song titles in her mind.
Seeing him beside me again, he wore a white robe, carrying a bamboo tube filled with books on his back and holding an umbrella in one hand.
He is elegant and cultured, with an air of learning about him. What a detached and scholarly student he is.
Her eyes lit up, and a song title suddenly popped into her mind.
"Well then, I'll sing you a song called 'Divination,'" she said.
Mu Zichuan nodded.
Without any music, she adjusted her voice. Her soft and pure voice rang out in the morning breeze...
Wind blows sand, butterfly loves flowers, a thousand-year-old love story,
Like the moon in water, love is lost in the flowers reflected in the mirror…
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Her voice was beautiful, with a kind of special magic that drew his heart and mind in.
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Before my eyes, a scroll unfurled slowly...
"Bamboo fence, wooden pipa, arched bridge under the moon,"
“Who is singing, missing those far away…”
That summer, you packed your bags and left home.
Along the ancient path, I wish to shed tears before speaking.
A young student sets off for the capital to take the imperial examination, and his childhood sweetheart follows him every step of the way to see him off...
He left for several winters and springs, she waited at home, watching from the village entrance.
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When will you return home
How are you doing
"At the temple, I prayed for a fortune slip and confessed my longing for my childhood sweetheart,"
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"May Bodhisattva protect us both..."
“Guessing constantly, I consulted another divination,”
“Good fortune and misfortune, or living in fear…”
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That summer, you packed your bags and left home.
By the ancient path, I wanted to cry before even speaking. In the fields, crops were harvested again and again, while we, when shall we sprout
When will it germinate
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Germinating
Mu Zi Chuan's gaze was cast towards the distance.
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As far as the eye could see, there were endless fields, with small villages dotted in between.
At this time, late winter hasn't fully retreated, and early spring hasn't awakened yet. The fields appear somewhat desolate.
All things are dormant...
The music beside me has gradually faded, finally blending with the morning wind and transforming into a helpless sigh.
Like clouds, like smoke.
A single tear, slowly slid from the corner of his eye.
"What's wrong Did I sing too badly Look, you're even crying now!"
Beside him, Yang Ruqing saw his expression and couldn't help but chuckle.
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My sister, my singing voice isn't bad, why is this guy crying Oh well!
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Hearing her voice, Mu Zichuan came to his senses.
His gaze fell complexly on Yang Ruohua's face.
"Qing'er, I'm sorry," he said in a low voice.
Yang Ruqing laughed and quickly waved her hand: “The person who should say sorry is me. I sang a song to see you off, and even made you cry…”
Mu Zi川 shook his head.
"The song, it's beautiful. It feels like a true reflection of us." He said.
“Ah” Yang Ruqing’s brain circuits were a little slow to catch up.
Mu Zichuan continued, "Qing'er, I finally know where I lost to Luofeng Tang."
"What" Yang Ruqing widened her eyes again.
Mú Zǐchuān said, “When I was young, I devoted myself to my studies and neglected you, ignoring you.”
"It was my fault."
"At that time, I placed too much emphasis on fame, fortune and status, and my heart could no longer accommodate anything else."
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"Zi Chuan..."
"Qing'er, don't interrupt me, let me finish my words." Mu Zichuan said.
Well, Yang Ruqing stopped talking.
Mu Zichuan took a step forward, lowering his head, his eyes filled with gentle and indulgent affection like spring water embracing her.
"My father has passed away, and now my mother and I are left alone to depend on each other."
“From a young age, I was weaker than my peers. Studying was my only way out, the only path that elders instilled in me.”
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There is no perfect solution in this world; there will always be one side that suffers.
"What I want to tell you is, if I could have another chance, I would still take the exam for fame and fortune. But I wouldn't be so obsessed with climbing up the ranks."
“After passing the imperial examination and becoming a juren, I should be content. Then, I'll treat you well and marry you as my wife!”
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“In the past, I wanted to become famous. Now, all I want is to be comfortably well-off.”
"To be with the one you love, to have children and raise them, and to honor your elders," Mu Zichuan said.
After hearing all this, Yang Ruqing's lips curled into a smile.
"You finally get it"
"It's not too late to realize this now. From now on, put some effort into finding a girl you like and get married quickly, building a happy family." she said.
"This is your mother's wish, and also my wish and Tang Yazi's."
"Let's all be happy and well!" she said again.
Mu Zichuan nodded.
“I've had my say, alright Qing'er. The song is sung and the words are spoken.”
"Ten li long pavilion, sending you a thousand miles, we must finally part ways. Go back!" he said.
In his eyes, however, there was an unexpressed longing and reluctance.
Yang Ruqing smiled faintly and nodded: "Okay, when you're free, just come home for a visit."
Mu Zi川 nodded.
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“Your mother is now also my mother. Rest assured, I will take good care of her. If anything happens, I will write to you.” She added.
He still nodded, speechless.
"Alright, then you go. I'm leaving." She said, turning away.
Both turned and walked away in opposite directions.
She let out a soft sigh, and the stone in her heart finally fell.
Today's conversation should have unraveled his knot of worry.
Zichuan, take care on your journey, and cherish every moment.
On the other side, Mukizuka walked forward without looking back.
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The hand hidden in the sleeve clenched into a fist.
In my ears, her voice seemed to ring out once more.
“Guess, guess, I cast another divination. It's the auspicious sign, but I still can't let go...”
Through several winters and summers, I've endured for your love. Day and night, I miss you, praying that things won't change again...
Qing'er, if this is the final outcome.
In this life and the next, I will not marry again.
The lost love can never be found again.
In this lifetime, I wish to be alone, as your elder brother, to protect you for a lifetime.
I only wish, in the next life, to walk hand-in-hand with you again, through one reincarnation...
After sending off Mu Zi Chuan, time seemed to speed up as if on fast forward.
In the blink of an eye, it was late February in the lunar calendar.
Yang Ruqing's belly is really noticeable now, and she's definitely finding it harder to move around.
The child's rear end is so heavy. After walking for a while, the bone in their buttocks feels like it's going to pop out.heep. As a result, they were frightened by that group of little ghosts.”“I wandered around the mountains since noon, all the way until night. All along the way, I could only hear the laughter and comm...