The Glory After Rebirth [ɇÇ”Ÿä¹‹Å°Šè£] Chapter 578- 579

Chapter 578: Spin-Off – Ling Maomao, Ji Xiaocong, Birthday (I)

Ji Yanlai, when giving Ji Xiaocong the permission to stay in the capital city, had made it very clear that Ji Xiaocong must return to the island to continue his cultivation three months later.

Ji Xiaocong, not daring raise any objections, had had no choice but to agree.

“Brother Maomao, my fifteenth birthday is in a month, and it’ll be another two years before I turn seventeen. I won’t be able to come back here to visit you again until after my rite of passage.”

Ji Xiaocong sounded very downcast. He did not want to return to the island. “My uncle is an old bachelor. He never feels the need for love life, which is why he can’t understand me and keeps trying to have me stay on that island.”

Ling Maomao tenderly looked at him. There was ardor in the depths of his eyes, but it was well concealed. “Clan Leader’s doing this because he looks out for your best interests.”

Then he added, “Your fifteenth birthday should be a grand occasion as well. Do you want to invite some guests over to celebrate it with you?”

Ji Xiaocong smiled, “If you think I should do that, I’ll do it.”

Ling Maomao, looking at his limpid, smiling eyes, adjusted his breathing before saying, “You may invite those you feel close to and celebrate your birthday by having an uproarious party in the Ling Mansion.”

“All right. I’ll do whatever you say,” said Ji Xiaocong.

Looking at him, Ling Maomao added, “Can I go to the island to attend your rite of passage when you turn seventeen? Are there any taboos?”

Ji Xiaocong’s eyes were sparkling for beaming, the scarlet mole in the middle of his forehead conspicuous and attractive. “There’s no taboo. You may come. I want you to come.”

Ling Maomao was secretly relieved. “I promise I’ll be there.”

In order to make sure Ji Xiaocong had fun on his fifteenth birthday, Ling Maomao specially called over his good friend and asked him how to make a fun party.

Yuwen Yi had just had his sixteenth birthday and was only one year Ji Xiaocong’s senior, but unlike Ji Xiaocong who had been on an island all the year around, Yuwen Yi, as the eldest son of Yuwen Feng the Marquess Huaiwen, had grown into a poised youngster with a good sense of propriety, though only sixteen years old. Also, like other young members of the Yuwen family, he was very tall for his age – almost as tall as Ling Maomao, actually. Yuwen Yi was gregarious and had a lot of friends in the capital city. He had attended countless banquets of every description. Unlike Ling Maomao who always preferred to keep a low profile, he did know about a lot of things.

“How to make a party fun and lively depends on who the invitees are. Are they friends about your age, or relatives, or young nobles, or children of ordinary officials, or commoners? Different arrangements are supposed to be made according to their identities,” said Yuwen Yi with the air of an expert.

Ling Maomao said, “Cong doesn’t have any other friends in this city, so we plan to invite mainly the elders we feel close to.”

“That’s simple. Elders value the proprieties. All you have to do is make sure everything’s done with due ceremonial. Where are you holding the party?” Yuwen Yi asked him.

“Right at home,” replied Ling Maomao.

“That’d make it even easier. Just have somewhere with enough room cleaned and a banquet prepared according to the etiquette. If the guests are into opera, you may hire a troupe, which would make the party more uproarious,” said Yuwen Yi.

Ling Maomao said, “I’m worried it’d be a little tedious, and Cong might not like it.”

After all, the Ling family entertained the imperial couple on a regular basis and had long since become used to the various kinds of banquets and different levels of formality. If there was anything that might lend an air of novelty to the party, it would be a theatrical troupe. Operas would make the atmosphere lively, and Cong, who liked uproarious occasions, should be struck with them.

Yuwen Yi said, “Well, there’s nothing we could do about that. Under no circumstances should you get anything showy to a party attended by elders, because it’ll make them think you’re frivolous.”

Ling Maomao’s eyebrows contracted slightly. “Apart from a troupe, is there anything else?”

Seeing the frown on his brow, Yuwen Yi gave it some thought and said, “It’s unnecessary to add anything else to the banquet, because the elders wouldn’t like it. If you do that, they’d be displeased, which would make the party less pleasant. But after the banquet, you may hold a card party or something like that in your garden, during which there will be a lot of things you could do.”

It occurred to Ling Maomao that he would no doubt have to invite Yuwen Qi and the others, and Ling Xuxu was also at home. It was a pretty good idea to organize some interesting activities after the banquet.

“Sounds like a plan. Help me work out the details.”

Yuwen Yi raised his eyebrows and leaned closer. “Brother Mao, I’m more than willing to help you, but first you have to tell me what kind of effect you want.”

Ling Maomao looked at him. “Effect?”

Yuwen Yi leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

Ling Maomao’s countenance changed slightly and with that he looked seriously at Yuwen Yi. “Stop that nonsense. The two princes and the princess would be present as well, along with my little brother. They’re all family. Besides, my relations with Cong are not what you think they are.”

Ji Xiaocong was still young – he had not had his fifteenth birthday yet. There were some emotions that Ling Maomao had been subduing all along, and he had no intention to show them to anybody else prematurely.

But it surprised Ling Maomao that Yuwen Yi, who had alarmingly discerning eyes, had perceived it already after seeing Ji Xiaocong merely a couple of times.

Ling Maomao was now somewhat regretful about having called Yuwen Yi over.

Yuwen Yi blinked his eyes. “Okay, okay, take it easy. Your secret is safe with me. You know what kind of person I am, don’t you? I’m a veritable tomb where other people’s secrets are concerned. Brother Mao, you didn’t use to be so serious. Ever since you returned from the border and started learning kung fu from your master, you’ve been getting more and more solemn. You’re as solemn as your grandfather now.”

Ling Maomao could not be bothered to make a reply to these flippant remarks. Yuwen Yi had no choice but to steer the conversation back to a sensible topic.

When the two of them were discussing details of the plan, Ji Xiaocong, as chance would have it, arrived to see Ling Maomao. “Brother Maomao.”

Yuwen Yi stopped speaking and winked at Ling Maomao. “Your Cong has come.”

Ling Maomao gave him a dirty look and warned him to guard his tongue in front of Ji Xiaocong.

Ji Xiaocong walked inside and was momentarily surprised to see Yuwen Yi before he said with an inclination of the head, “Childe Yuwen.”

Yuwen Yi greeted him as well. Having sensed that Ji Xiaocong probably had something to say to Ling Maomao, he rose to his feet, preparing to take his leave. “It just occurred to me that there’s something else I have to attend to. I need to go back. I’ll see you guys in a few days.”

Ling Maomao saw him out.

…

A couple of days later, Yuwen Yi came again as expected, bringing with him a lot of interesting gadgets which could help people while away the time, such as Chinese ring puzzles.

“I know you don’t like those fancy stuff. All these things help pass the time and are suitable for all ages. There are also some festive lanterns. I specially ordered them for you after I returned home the other day. All of them were signature lanterns on the last Lantern Festival. You may have a couple of them hung in the room on that day. They’ll look beautiful and add to the fun.”

Ling Maomao checked them out one by one and found all of them satisfying. “Thanks.”

“You’re totally welcome.” Yuwen Yi helped himself to a seat and then took a sip of tea.

“But to be honest, Brother Mao, Childe Ji has been in this city for quite some time now, and I hardly saw you bring him to a banquet or something like that. He’s not even inviting any friends to this birthday party of his, only some elders, the two princes, the princess and your little brother. Are you not worried that he might feel lonely?” Yuwen Yi suddenly asked.

Ling Maomao, who knew what he meant, said, “Cong’s identity is special.”

Seeing that he showed no inclination to continue speaking, Yuwen Yi said incredulously, “That’s it?”

Ling Maomao replied, “I can’t tell you.”

Yuwen Yi jumped to his feet indignantly. “You’re killing me with such suspense!”

However, Ling Maomao seemed not to be swayed. Yuwen Yi could not help shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable. All right, since you don’t want to tell me, I won’t push you. Anyway, I just asked about it out of goodwill, nothing else. Now that you guys are okay with it, it’s fine by me.”

“Thanks,” said Ling Maomao.

Yuwen Yi rolled his eyes upwards. “Come on. If you keep acting like this, I’m afraid your Cong might get bored of you some day. He strikes me as the kind of person who likes uproarious occasions. What could he possibly find in common with a guy as solemn as you?”

Ling Maomao was silent for a brief moment before asking, “Am I really that boring?”

Yuwen Yi looked at him. “Of course you are. Every time we’re at a banquet, all youngsters from noble families except for me and the couple of others are afraid of you, because you barely speak.”

Ling Maomao lapsed into a thoughtful silence. Was he really that uninteresting?

“You guys are the only friends I need.”

Yuwen Yi smiled. “If you say so. Everybody has their own individuality, and I’m in no position to ask you to change yours. We all know what kind of person you’re, and that’s enough for us. Of course, the most important part is that it won’t diminish your Cong’s fondness for you.”

…

When Yuwen Yi had left, Ling Maomao began to contemplate whether he had really been getting too serious for others’ liking.

He felt that he was not serious, that he was just a little taciturn. Why did he strike so many others as serious?

“Brother Maomao,” called Ji Xiaocong cheerfully, scampering up to him. “What were you thinking about? Just now I called you but you didn’t hear me.”

“Cong, do I strike you as taciturn and boring?” Ling Maomao, having given it some thought, chose to put it explicitly.

He did not care whether the others found him unpleasantly serious, but if Cong did, he would try to change himself.

Ji Xiaocong was momentarily astonished. “Why would you wonder about something like that? I don’t think you boring or taciturn. When I’m with you, I can understand what you mean without you telling me about it. What does it matter if you’re a conversationalist or not? Besides, I’m much more talkative than you, and if you are talkative as well, I won’t be able to dominate our conversations, and I’ll lose my listener.”

Ling Maomao gazed deep into his eyes. “I’ll always be listening when you’re speaking.”

Ji Xiaocong’s face immediately creased into a beam, his eyes as sparkling as stars. “I know, which is why I don’t find you uninteresting. I can never get bored as long as I’m with you. By the way, earlier this day I paid a visit to the big white egg. It kept rolling around in the chamber. I think it’s in a pretty good mood. We may go and see it together in a couple of days.”

“All right,” said Ling Maomao.

After he parted from Ling Maomao, smile faded from Ji Xiaocong’s face and the look in his eyes gradually turned cold.

Why did Brother Maomao suddenly think himself taciturn and boring? Was it because someone had said something to him?

It took only a few moments’ inquiry to find out who had visited Ling Maomao earlier this day.

“Yuwen Yi,” muttered Ji Xiaocong, a little crease appearing between his eyes. “Brother Maomao sees him as a friend. If I do anything to him, Brother Maomao is guaranteed to be mad at me. But he needs to be stopped from talking nonsense.”

…

For two days Yuwen Yi had been feeling itchy and uncomfortable all over, and he kept scratching.

Sometimes he even felt something crawling on his skin, but when he took off his clothes to find it, there was nothing there. What with this, he was in constant unease.

Having scratched for two days, he was no longer in the mood for going out to have fun. Fretful, he sent for a physician, who, at the sight of the large patch of red spots on his back, exclaimed in alarm, “Childe Yi, you were bitten by some kind of worm.”

Yuwen Yi was taken aback. “What kind of worm? In the past two days I kept having this feeling that something’s biting me, but I couldn’t find it, no matter how hard I tried.”

The physician examined him, told him what the worm was called and then said, “This kind of worms burrow into your clothes and leave their hair there. Their hair’s too fine to be seen by our eyes, but if your skin comes into contact with it, you’ll feel itchy and keep scratching. Given your symptoms, I think this is the cause. What you’ve worn in the past two days should be ditched, and all clothes should be fumigated with a bug repellent before you put them on. And then there’s this ointment. Apply it to your back after bath on a daily basis and you won’t feel itchy again. Oh, there are red spots on your arm as well. It seems there’s some hair in these clothes as well. I suggest you burn them all.”

Yuwen Yi hastened to have the clothes he had worn in the past two days disposed of and the remainder fumigated. Then he applied the ointment to his back, which gave his skin a cool sensation and relieved the itch, making him feel much better.

“This is so weird. Recently I’ve never been to any particular places. How did those worms get into my clothes?”

When Yuwen Yi paid another visit to the Ling Mansion, Ling Maomao was surprised to smell the strong scent of medication from his clothes. “What is that smell?”

Then he noticed that Yuwen Yi did not look very well and asked, “Are you sick?”

Yuwen Yi said, “Alas. Don’t get me started.”

After hearing his recount, Ling Maomao was speechless. “Where have you been?”

Yuwen Yi’s eyes widened innocently. “I have no idea either. I’ve been a real homebody lately, doing nothing but help you plan the party. I didn’t go anywhere else.”

Ling Maomao shook his head. “How are you feeling now?”

“Much better. I’m not scratching any more,” replied Yuwen Yi. If the itch had not been relieved, he would not have been able to come out, because he would be scratching constantly since the moment he left home, which was undignified, and he would be too irascible to even sit.

“You need to be more careful. Do not let some worms mess up your life,” said Ling Maomao.

Yuwen Yi said with a long sigh, “The problem is I don’t even know where I got those worms on me.”

When leaving the residence, Yuwen Yi chanced upon Ji Xiaocong, whom he greeted with a smile. “Childe Ji.”

“Childe Yuwen.” Ji Xiaocong, who from a long way off smelled the scent of medication he was giving off, was fully aware of what it was about.

Yuwen Yi exchanged usual pleasantries with Ji Xiaocong for a few moments and then quickly left.

Ji Xiaocong turned on his heel to watch his retreating figure. The look in his eyes flickered momentarily.

Yuwen Yi had only walked a little distance when he felt a chill creep down his spine, swiveled around and was baffled as he saw that Ji Xiaocong had gone far away and there was nobody else around.

What the hell was going on? Why had creepy things kept happening to him in the past few days?

Yuwen Yi’s itch disappeared completely after he returned from the Ling Mansion. He heaved a long sigh of relief. These worms which had come out of nowhere had almost rendered him mentally drained.

Chapter 579: Spin-Off – Ling Maomao, Ji Xiaocong, Birthday (II)

Ji Xiaocong’s birthday finally arrived. Ling Zhang and Yuwen Tong, as a token of their affection for the juniors, both attended this birthday banquet, bringing their adopted children with them. Together, they enjoyed some opera performances.

At night, after the banquet, Ling Maomao led the invitees to the garden to sit and rest.

In the garden, they found that the whole place was adorned with beautiful, festive lanterns. In a roomy pavilion was placed a table on which reposed snack, cards and some other doodads. The pavilion had windows in all its four walls, all of which were now open, and so was the door facing the pond. They could clearly see the lanterns in the garden from inside the pavilion.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” exclaimed Yuwen Yue.

The others also found it enjoyable.

Ling Xuxu had specially asked for leave and left school early, but it was not until this moment that he discovered these lanterns. “When did you have them hang these lanterns, Big Brother?”

“In the afternoon,” said Ling Maomao before he shifted his gaze to Ji Xiaocong. “Do you like it?”

Ji Xiaocong nodded and smiled a happy smile. “Yeah. Thank you, Brother Maomao.”

His smile was as bright as a blooming flower and more beautiful than all the festive lanterns out there. Ling Maomao was unable to wrench his eyes from it.

None of the others, except for Yuwen Lin, noticed this. It was a few moments before he averted his eyes, muttering inwardly, ‘No wonder these two have been spending so much time together. It turns out they’re in a relationship. Alas. What is love exactly? Why is everybody so obsessed with it? Daddy and Father spend every day together, but it still doesn’t seem to be enough for them, and they on occasions perform public displays of affection in the presence of us. Some day I should just find myself a presentable girl and get married. I don’t want to end up like Daddy or Father. That kind of behavior’s so annoying.’

… Yuwen Lin could only think about these ideas. He would never have the guts to disclose any of them to Ling Zhang or Yuwen Tong.

Seeing that Ling Maomao was staring unblinkingly at him, Ji Xiaocong could not help smiling more broadly, further mesmerizing Ling Maomao standing opposite him. It was a long moment before the noise of fireworks jogged Ling Maomao back to his senses.

“Brother Maomao, when did you prepare these fireworks? I didn’t notice any of it,” said Ji Xiaocong. This indeed came as a surprise to him.

Ling Maomao said, “Yesterday. I still remember that ten years ago, when my cousin married His Majesty, the two of us scampered and scurried all around the palace and got all sweaty. Afterward, when the fireworks started, we badgered my cousin to let us go there and set off some fireworks ourselves. Unable to dissuade us, my cousin had some men bring us out to play. For fear that we might get our eyes hurt by the flying shreds of fireworks, the guards always whisked us off immediately after lighting a fuse.”

Ji Xiaocong also recalled it. How could he not remember it? At that time they had been in the old capital city. That stay of his in that city had been the happiest experience he had ever had.

“And after that we kept pestering His Highness to allow us to stay in the palace for some days. At that time, he and His Majesty had just got married and wanted to spend as much time alone with each other as possible, so we were kind of the third wheel. There were several occasions when His Majesty cast us accusing glances, which told me that he was eager to chuck us out of the palace.”

On hearing this, Ling Maomao dissolved into chuckle.

At that time he had been a young boy who could be a pain in the neck when being naughty, but now, come to think of it, it struck him that the main reason was that his cousin had doted on him. He had always been clinging to his cousin during his childhood, and his cousin had hardly turned down any of his requests.

“Wow. It surprises me you guys used to be so naughty as well, Uncle Mao,” said Yuwen Yue.

The others also switched their gaze to the two of them, their eyes full of curiosity. Ling Xuxu, in particular, found it unbelievable that his serious big brother used to be just as naughty as he was, the expression in his eyes unmistakably suggesting that he wanted to hear more stories about it.

“Can I tell them more, Brother Maomao?” asked Ji Xiaocong.

Ling Maomao looked at him. “How much do you still remember?”

Ji Xiaocong smiled, “I remember everything.”

Ling Maomao was somewhat amazed.

“Like His Majesty, I was gifted with an extraordinarily retentive memory as well,” explained Ji Xiaocong.

Ji Xiaocong recounted many things that had happened in the past. Back then, when he had come to the capital city with his uncle and first met Ling Maomao, Ling Maomao had been a young boy, but when taking his hands, Ling Maomao had emanated such an air as though he had grown up instantly. At that time, Ji Xiaocong had almost spent every day with Ling Maomao.

“There was a time when His Highness lived in the Ling Mansion, and Brother Maomao and I shared a bed with him, making it so crowded he ended up all sweaty every time. In the morning, when we woke up, he would, smiling, hit our foreheads with his knuckle and say that we were like two stoves, a big one and a small one.”

Ling Maomao had a somewhat distant look in his eyes. He had not bargained on Ji Xiaocong having vivid memories of such details.

“At that time Brother Maomao’s mother was also at home, and she would make us a lot of goodies. Brother Maomao and I were offered special snacks every day. Sometimes we ate too many of them and were unable to eat our meals, and then there would be less snacks the next day. Those snacks were really delicious. I liked them very much. Every time when I finished mine and seemed not to have my fill, Brother Maomao would secretly give me the remainder of his helping. I, having little self-restraint, would accept it and later find myself unable to eat my meal again. On one occasion, when the grown-ups found out that I ate too many snacks, Brother Maomao was given a talking-to, and after that he no longer dared slip me that many snacks. He only dared give me a small portion at a time, and every time he did that, he would say, ‘Cong, we must not eat too much or else we won’t be able to eat our meals and then the grown-ups will slap our hands. Be good.'”

“Wow! I can’t believe Uncle Mao used to say things like that to coax people when he was a young boy!” yelled Yuwen Yue.

Ling Maomao’s face was somewhat flushed. It had never occurred to him that Ji Xiaocong had recollection of even this matter.

Ji Xiaocong lifted his eyebrows at him. “I remember a lot of other things.”

Ling Maomao gave a little cough. “You don’t really have to tell them everything.”

“He has to! We want to hear everything!” Yuwen Yue’s voice was the loudest.

Ji Xiaocong burst into laughter and most willingly granted Yuwen Yue’s wish, Ling Maomao next to them resignedly tossing them disapproving glances.

After talking for a long while, they began to play cards. Yuwen Yue, as always, was the one with the most unbridled enthusiasm at the card table. While Ling Zhang was not around, she stood with her foot on a chair, her hand on her hip. “Hurry up, Lin! What’s taking you so long? Your cards won’t change no matter how long you stare at them!”

Yuwen Lin rolled his eyes at her. “Mind your manners, will you? If Daddy sees you like this, you’re guaranteed to regret it.”

At the mention of her daddy, Yuwen Yue subconsciously swiveled her head around to look back. Seeing that Ling Zhang was not in sight, she was instantly emboldened. “Stop trying to scare me. I don’t scare easily. Just do it already!”

Finding her mien unsightly, Yuwen Qi sitting opposite her clapped his hands to his face.

Ling Maomao, the eldest of them all, reached out a hand and hit her on the forehead with his knuckle. “Settle down.”

Yuwen Yue found his poker face somewhat intimidating and obediently sat herself on the chair, but before long she lapsed back into her old ways.

Ji Xiaocong was sitting right opposite Ling Maomao. Every time Yuwen Yue shouted in a manly fashion, he dissolved into laughter, seeming to appreciate her individuality very much. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep a lookout for His Highness. If he approaches, I’ll give you a heads-up immediately.”

“You’re the best, Uncle Cong!” Yuwen Yue leaned over the table and gave Ji Xiaocong a high five.

There were not enough seats at the table for all of them, so Ling Xuxu was sitting behind Yuwen Yue on her right, acting as her adviser. Seeing that she was about to play the wrong card, he hastily cautioned, “Wait!”

“I’ve had enough of waiting. This is it!” Yuwen Yue was very impatient.

Ling Xuxu withdrew his hand, covered his face with it and wailed, “Oh, my princess, do you really know how to play cards?!”

Yuwen Yue was having a good time. “It’s all about the fun. Wait a moment! Lin, why did you play that card? This one doesn’t count. Take it back! I’ll play another card!”

Yuwen Lin said calmly, “You can’t just take it back.”

“Says who?!” Yuwen Yue bawled.

Ji Xiaocong sitting opposite Ling Maomao burst into laughter again.

Ling Maomao appeared rather resigned every time he saw Ji Xiaocong’s eyes watering for laughing. Why had he not discovered sooner that Crescent and Cong clicked in this regard? The former was hilarious, while the latter seemed to find everything about her amusing.

…

On the night of Ji Xiaocong’s fifteenth birthday, the youngsters stayed up very late. It was not until Ling Zhang, agitated beyond endurance, sent someone to remind them about the time that they put an end to the party.

“I expect more of you.” Ling Zhang began to lecture his daughter again.

Yuwen Tong next to him smiled an unsympathetic smile.

After another half a month, the time came for Ji Xiaocong to set off to return to the island. Ling Maomao, reluctant to let him leave, went to see him off.

Originally Ji Yin had wanted to see Ji Xiaocong off in person, but as Ling Maomao was doing it, he dropped the idea.

Guards of the Pavilion, along with those of the Ling Mansion, following in the wake of their young masters, escorted them from the capital city all the way to Haizhou. Outside Pingtao City were berthed some ships of the Pavilion, which would take Ji Xiaocong safely back to the island.

Before embarkation, smile faded from Ji Xiaocong’s face and he looked earnestly at Ling Maomao. “Brother Maomao, promise me you’ll come to attend my rite of passage when I turn seventeen.”

“I promise,” said Ling Maomao with an inclination of the head. He would be there, no matter how many difficulties he had to overcome. He wanted to bare witness to the moment when Ji Xiaocong changed into adult clothing.

“You must not forget me.”

“I won’t.”

“Don’t pay too much heed to that Yuwen Yi guy.”

“Um … Um? … You don’t like him?”

Ling Maomao was surprised.

“It’s not that I dislike him. He strikes me as an interfering busybody.”

Bemused, Ling Maomao made an attempt to explain, “Yuwen Yi has a bold and uninhibited character. If he said something you find offensive, don’t overthink it. I’ll fix him.”

“I’ll never overthink any of his words. It’s you who might do that.”

It struck Ling Maomao that there was some kind of misunderstanding between them, but Ji Xiaocong was supposed to embark soon, and he did not want Ji Xiaocong to be bothered by this matter after his return, so he said, “Rest assured, I won’t give too much heed to him, and there’s no way he can convince me.”

It was only then that Ji Xiaocong looked satisfied, and he once again cautioned Ling Maomao not to forget to pay a visit to the island to attend his rite of passage when he turned seventeen.

Ling Maomao gave him his word and then watched as Ji Xiaocong embarked.

When the ship set sail, Ji Xiaocong showed up on the deck and waved Ling Maomao goodbye.

Ling Maomao, watching him receding into the distance, took in a large gulp of air and waved back.

It would be two years before their next meeting. The ship had not gone far, but he had started missing Ji Xiaocong already. Two years struck him as too long.

…

Two years later, on the same pier, a tall and upright young man boarded a ship. Gazing determinedly in the direction of someplace in the sea, he stroked the gift in his traveling bag.

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