A NIGHT WITH BRIGHT MOON AND GENTLE BREEZE
Another anniversary of the Yi City tragedy was near. And as was the custom, Song Lan was once again heading to the city, where her beloved was resting.
On the way he encountered problems here and there. Some spirits that stole the crops of the peasants, beasts that scared villagers, and even a band of thieves who posed as corpses to steal freely, among other matters. He solved everything quickly; he wanted to be on time, nothing was more important to him than paying tribute to Xiao XingChen. But despite the hardships, he enjoyed helping people. "How much fun you would have had if you had heard the jokes that the leader of that village told me. You would have laughed so much" he told to himself once.
He was travelling, however, quickly; he had to be on time. Yet when he was close to reaching the city, tiredness struck him like never before. Whole days walking without rest, he needed to lie down a bit and close his eyes. To meditate, even sleep. At the first clearing he found in the forest, there he sat down and leaned his back against a tree. But first he put the swords aside and put the conscience of his beloved on his lap. Then he took Shuanghua very lovingly and began to polish it. In fact, it was something he did often.
-I'll no rest for long, -he said, smiling, looking at the sword with absolute affection. He polished it with the delicacy with which one caresses a loved one-. I will be in Yi City soon to light your favorite candles and pray for you. I have a surprise prepared this year, you'll see. You'll love it. But for now, I must rest.
Thus, he began to meditate. At one point, he even fell asleep. The moon was shining, and the wind was light. The environment was conducive to sleeping.
At some point, it blew stronger, and the bag fell from Song Lan's lap in front of him, now open, allowing a miracle.
Xiao XingChen found himself reconstituted, as it happened whenever the moon was bright and the breeze was gentle. But although he returned with all his kindness and tender beauty, his memories didn’t come with him. He came out of the bag and gazed with admiration at the man, unknown to his eyes, who lay there asleep. Full of curiosity, he walked over him and pointed his finger at him, and asked:
-Who are you? You look very elegant, strong too. And handsome I must say.
He realized then that he was asleep and therefore couldn’t hear him.
-He won't answer me, and I don't dare to wake him up. He sleeps so peacefully...
He kept looking at him, intently, and noticed something strange about him.
-I don't know why, but I feel like I know this person. Who will it be? I don't remember anything, but this person really seems familiar to me. As if... As if he was very special to me, as if I loved him, and he loved me. At the same time, looking at him makes me feel so melancholic. Why? I can’t understand it...
He looked around and realized that the man carried two swords with him.
-A cultivator! That explains his bearing, so majestic. He is a person devoted to good. I can feel it. I like that kind of people. -He commented while smiling-. But do you have two? How curious. I should see them maybe, that could make me remember.
And Xiao Xingchen grabbed the swords. The white, with many and beautiful details, was familiar. He didn't understand why, but he felt it had a special bond with him. With the other, the same thing happened.
-How weird. Why does it seems like these swords and I have history? Hey, this has its name on it. Let's see."Fuxue”.
He dropped them suddenly. He fell silent from the impact, but couldn't help laughing moments later. Laugh and cry.
-I... already... I remember. I remember everything. It’s you, really you. And you are fine. You don't know how glad I am to know that you are well, that we are together, although temporarily... I see you keep Shuanghua shiny, as it likes. What have you done since then? Have you exorcised many demons? Have you fulfilled our dream? I bet you have many adventures to tell, so many anecdotes, making me laugh without realizing it with them...
He fell silent, looking sadly at Song Lan's face as he rested so calmly.
-How quiet you rest. Oh, Zichen, if you could hear me, if you could see me. If I could tell you how sorry I am, but trust me, I was deceived.
Then he took his hand.
-Everything will be fine. Don't blame yourself for what happened, we will move on. I know we'll be together, really together, again. We'll share advetures, like before. Be patient. Until we meet again, Song Lan. Our love will prevail.
And he laughed again, softly and tenderly, as he always did. Lower and lower as the breeze and the moon disappeared, and he with them.
The nap was already coming to an end, Song Lan was slowly waking up and hearing the laughter of his beloved. When he realized it, he instantly woke up:
-Xiao Xingchen! he yelled, and looked around, perplexed. Was he to believe that no one was there? The swords were not in place, the bag was open. He swore he had heard the angelic laugh of his beloved, unmistakable for him. But everything seemed to be in order, so he decided to continue with the trip immediately, he had to be on time. However, the mere illusion of her laughter gave him a joy that lasted for weeks.
-You'll see, Xingchen, -he said enthusiastically, as he resumed the pace-, you'll really love what I have planned. For this year's offering I prepared your favorite food. And I practiced a lot to make it tastes the way you like it. And for the surprise... You'll see, you'll see. It will make you laugh a lot. While you wait, let me tell you about the dream I had. First, you were there. And we were both...
And so "the distant snow and cold frost" and "the bright moon and gentle breeze" kept going. One day, they'll meet again.