Many people in history have kept diaries.
And not a few have been passed down; Tang Xian himself also writes so notes.
But mostly, his notes are personal insights.
For instance, how to interact with snakes, which might be tastier between fox at and snake at.
Techniques for taming a "diseased damsel," cultivation of straight n, or upbringing insights for a six-year-old girl.
All are insights lacking substance.
Diaries that purely record events,
To Tang Xian, seem like a waste of ti because while every day might co with its interesting feelings, not every day necessarily cos with an interesting life. Thus, chronicling daily accounts really seems like a waste of ti.
To use a phrase from Jiang Wen, an ancient renowned director:
How could adults tell the truth in their diaries?
Hence, on so social networking services, like Monts, Friend Circles, blogs, and such, you should only believe half of what you read, and that's why there are often such reversals.
But there are exceptions, after all.
Song Que is one.
In Song Que's diary, Tang Xian actually doesn't believe there's anything of importance.
What Song Que would let him see, maybe just his encounters over these days.
He casually flipped through, most entries were trivial matters.
Describing the views this boring and honest person had of the world.
But when the diary reached the middle section, Song Que's personality shifted a bit.
Many views changed, and he began to question certain things.
Lin Jue and Bu Jing, just quietly waiting, neither speaking.
Originally Bu Jing thought Tang Xian was a weirdo, but now he was clinking glasses with Lin Jue.
Lin Jue mocked Bu Jing, a scholar, daring to drink such liquor.
Bu Jing didn't talk much, only silently reminisced about his concealed training in drinking and long-term use of alcohol-resistant drugs to keep secrets at the dining table.
He smiled slightly, with that seclusive air of being invincible in the world, and that being invincible was quite lonely, as he looked at Lin Jue.
Then, glass after glass, he began to match drinks with Lin Jue.
Tang Xian kept flipping through the diary.
By the latter part of the diary, Song Que's writing radiated despair and unwillingness.
As if the education he received from a young age was wrong.
As if justice was rely an ornant for people to use after committing evils.
Tang Xian shook his head, feeling a bit of sympathy for Song Que.
And a touch of admiration.
Which lord's son doesn't have an evil side? Yet Song Que remained consistent throughout.
Finally, he turned to the entries from the past few days.
The entries from two days before recounted the beautiful monts Song Que had with his father, Song Gengzhao, the cherished attention from the Tang family. How good his bond was with his brothers.
But starting from the last five days, the diary underwent a dramatic change.
The first day, Tang Xian already felt Song Que was overly optimistic.
"After listening to Lin Jue's words, I gave it so thought. Weighing the pros and cons, I shouldn't have told my father.
But I couldn't help but do it, I'm not any chosen one; it has nothing to do with whether I still have the talent or not.
I believe there shouldn't be such a thing as a chosen one in this world.
So I went ahead and did it.
My father looked just as I expected, with shock and sadness.
He couldn't accept that in this world there's such a thing as a disappearing talent.
But he also knew that I've never been much interesting since I was little, not one for jest.
As for , a storm is coming, but I believe I will sleep soundly tonight."
Tang Xian shook his head, wanting to curse him as an idiot.
But as the word reached his lips, he changed it to "fool."
He's not surprised by Song Que's actions, after all, heroes are not right in their heads. That's why the heroes of this world are nearly extinct.
He continued flipping through the diary.
The second day.
"My father asked how many people knew about this, I told him quite a few; everyone who was with knows.
He was furious, scolding for being so careless.
Peculiar, I can understand his anger but I'm not the least bit saddened, I even feel so satisfaction.
My father began to inquire about the nas of these people, assessing the possibility of silencing them, so I told him, sooner or later the news would get out. It can't be contained.
His rage intensified to the max, just like the year my elder sister took to the mines and almost lost , he was extrely angry with her too.
We all know that the chosen one is no more, I killed him myself.
My father's rage fell upon .
I must admit, this isn't the best outco I envisioned, but indeed it was expected.
Maybe it's that will rging into my true self, this madness, I unexpectedly suit."
So I did sothing even crazier.
I want to know, in my life since childhood, how much of it was real?"
Without further thought, Tang Xian turned to the third page.
The third day.
"The servants of the Song house still don't know what's happened, but my eldest sister and second sister, my two cousins, they know about my condition; I told them.
They were all my childhood friends. As a child, they have also been punished because of , but I'm convinced, I have done them no wrong.
From the mont I knew right from wrong, I've been sincerely nice to them.
The eldest sister was very sad, telling my life from now on would be completely different from before. She and my father will figure out a way.
But before that, I was not to leave the Song family.
The second sister ca with my eldest sister to see , her gaze at was very complicated.
Because from childhood to adulthood, my second sister competed with , now that I couldn't compete with her, she should be sowhat pleased.
I could see the joy in her eyes, and also sothing else, sadness and sorrow."
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