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"...If I could find a kindred soul, I would gladly be a country farmer. Herding blue oxen out at dawn, picking wildflowers home at dusk. I'd tuck blossoms into frosted temples, and together we'd watch the colorful clouds turn gray..."
On October 11th, in You Province's Three Springs Commandery, atop a magnificent eighteen-story tower in Blowing Snow City, a woman in a splendid red dress stood on the highest floor. She watched the sunset sink beyond the horizon as the clouds filling the sky slowly faded from brilliance into ashen stillness. Lonely and desolate, she murmured over and over the poem Zhang Tie had written...
When she recited the opening line again—Only kindred souls are rare in this world—a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
If he were not a man of feeling, how could he have written verses so heartbreakingly beautiful?
The wind rose, sending the woman's red skirt dancing beside the tower's railing...
In that article, the young man had used ordinary words to recount his journey from Black Flame City, step by step, to where he was today. The woman felt like an elder sister watching an immature boy from next door gradually grow up before her eyes, slowly becoming a man who could hold up heaven and earth.
Last night, when she read about the woman who had told the boy's parents that he was ambitious—like a toad craving swan meat—she could not help but laugh.
When she saw that the young man had ultimately let the woman who had once hurt him spend a peaceful night