The Black Furball was far more tactful than Lin Yu imagined.
After Lin Yu and Cheng Shuang approached, the furry black ball did not utter words like "long time no see."
It leaned on a wooden staff and let out a low shout.
"Hey-yah!"
Taking the initiative to step toward Cheng Shuang and Lin Yu, the furball spoke first before either of them could.
"The morning has no light, the mountains have no bounds, birds fly a thousand miles while clouds hide the sky; thunder sounds in a hurry, the wind blows slow and low, yesterday's rain falls in tomorrow's hour."
"Blue stones covered in moss, vermilion gates grow rusty, tall tiles and high walls hide bamboo in the rear; sun and moon repeat inside the courtyard, mountain rocks and a dry well lock up winter and autumn."
"The guest arrives at the master's home yet no host is seen, the hall is full of flowers and trees, luxuriant and serene; the front room's tea is quiet, the portals cold and bare, the guest room's candlelight is new yet old again."
"Where is it seen that a guest has arrived? It is the sun shining brightly, the ice three cubits deep, calling waterfalls and rivers to flow upstream!"
"Inviting an old friend to drink opposite the moon, looking back, he sees fish swimming idly in the fog."
Hearing it babble through this long string of words, Cheng Shuang and Lin Yu knew the other was not experiencing a sudden burst of poetic inspiration to compose verse on the spot, but was instead foretelling "destiny" in this very form, and so they both memorized every single word.
Though for now they could not understand or analyze anything specific... Lin Yu still had a basic train of thought in his heart.
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