Chapter 1030: Chapter 608: Qi Family (End)
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“……” The two won.
The three of them sat down again.
Zhao Rong moved a bench and sat across from Zhao Lingfei and little Qian’er.
He looked down to tidy his clothes, which were already quite clean and neat, but Zhao Rong still subconsciously found sothing for his hands to do.
After straightening his clothes, he placed his hands on his knees, straightened his back, leaned forward with his upper body, and looked at the two won in front of him:
“The first ti we t was in a narrow bookstore in the bustling city, across a book-thick gap in the bookshelf, with her on one side and on the other.
“We t again when I decided to return the jade to you heading north to Duyou, on a Qingfeng Pavilion ferry, in two small cabins next to each other. She was secretly laughing at a scholar-and-beauty book next door, and I curiously poked my head out.
“The small window was open; she was inside, and I was outside.
“That day, the view outside the window was a simile—changing skies with bright sunshine and a fresh breeze… Later, we t once more on the crowded deck, under the sword of a Sikou official’s cultivator… She was in the crowd, and I was outside…”
Zhao Rong’s voice initially carried so emotional fluctuations, but soon it gradually returned to calm.
A calm recollection, a calm narration.
It was more like sitting in front of a fireplace wrapped in a blanket, telling a story.
This night, at this mont, he only wanted to sincerely and thoroughly tell Qingjun and little Qian’er the story of his acquaintance, and even… love, with this ‘good friend.’
It had already been,
pent up for too long.
So Zhao Rong began to speak from the beginning, very slowly.
Starting with a public city’s bookstore…
To rescuing soone under the sword of a nacing Sikou official’s cultivator…
To the two’s playful pulling and pushing in a small forest, ending up traveling together unwillingly…
To Zhongnan Mountain where she did his laundry, boiled water, and cooked als… the two of them deceiving the heavens and escaping vengeance in Liangjing of Great Wei… encountering a great storm on their northbound journey, falling out of favor and reconciling… to sailing north from the parting embanknt, traveling together all the way.
When Zhao Lingfei and little Qian’er listened at first, their faces were relaxed and smiling, but when they heard him describe more of the story involving this ‘good friend’ referred to as ‘she,’ and the relationship between them becoming ever closer…
The two won,
fell silent.
They no longer looked at each other, quietly gazing at the man seriously telling his story.
Not blinking.
However, as they listened further, Zhao Lingfei and little Qian’er felt… his every voice echoed heavily in their ears like thunder.
In the room, at the ears of the two won.
The man’s voice was soft.
“…This ti when I encountered danger in Dali, she ca too, but she was very silly, and had no ans of flying. Her teacher wasn’t there either, so she had to properly take a ship to arrive, and when she reached Jiyue Mountain it was already dark, and I was long since rescued, but she didn’t know, foolishly rushing here and searching all night across the mountains for , eventually finding a ‘severed arm tomb’ erected by little Qian’er, so dumb she didn’t even read the tomb plaque fully, just thinking it was , tearfully collapsing in front of the grave…
“It was only in the afternoon I received a ssage from a Xuanyue Linu about it, so when I rushed over, she was dirty-faced and soaked through, with a cold, yet still clinging to the grave plaque thinking my unhard self to be a fake bad guy impersonating her Zhao Lang…”
Zhao Rong faced the two won, without averting his eyes, narrating all the way through.
He talked about taking ‘her’ ho to give a bath and feed; he described ‘her’ gently comforting him to go ho and telling them the truth for reconciliation, and even ntioned their first quarrel due to the southern journey, ‘her’ yelling at him to shut up and throwing a perfud sachet at him, his anger, frustration, disappointnt, and hesitation… and then, described their night tour in a small town, buying ‘her’ a little sugar figurine, accompanying ‘her’ to a bookstore…
In the very end, Zhao Rong took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and narrowed his eyes, slowly and carefully describing a cute figure in a spiritual field covered with neon grass, clad in red clothes, carrying a small bookcase, and happily chasing fireflies…
Oh, and there was also an even sillier him, standing on a high slope outside the spiritual field in the pouring rain, laughing heartily.
Inside the room, the man could not help but raise his hand to forcefully wipe his face.
As if the torrential rain in the darkness of mory traveled back, slapping him on the face.
There was a twinkle in his eyes.
“…Qingjun, Qian’er.” Zhao Rong smiled and called out, nodding vigorously, “At that ti I was standing outside looking at this scene in the spiritual field, I really wanted… I really wanted you to be by my side. At that ti, in the rain, I very seriously thought, if you were by my side now, how wonderful it would be to see this silly and cute little fox demon, you would definitely like her, at least… not dislike her.”
The quietly listening Zhao Lingfei and little Qian’er, at this mont, their expressions could not help but change a little… for a mont indescribable by words.
This was a… very complex expression.
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