Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

After listening to Qin Fuguang's narration in the car, Hua Yu became full of curiosity about the upcoming trip.

The four of them took a car to the train station and took a train to Sichuan Province.

Because they were traveling, they stopped and walked frequently. Whenever Hua Yu saw something delicious or fun at a place, the other three would accompany him and stay there for a while.

Whenever Hua Yu and his friends go to a place, they will stay there for a long time, tasting the local food and appreciating the local scenery.

Once when passing through Jinling, Hua Yu was stunned by the red maple leaves all over the sky.

The autumn wind blows and the coolness comes. The trees all over the mountains and plains are like burning flames, showing a fiery red color. From a distance, the treetops are extremely gorgeous, and the clouds in the sky complement each other, making them even more colorful and fascinating.

"Little Ancestor, what's wrong? What beautiful scenery did you see that made you look like this?"

“Uncle Qin, can the colorful forest you mentioned earlier be compared to the red maples here?”

Hua Yu turned around and looked at Qin Fuguang who had been standing beside him for some reason.

“Cai Lin and Jin Ling have completely different beauty.”

"The beauty of the colorful forest lies in the fact that more than a thousand species of plants bloom together, competing for beauty. The plants bathed in the hazy mist are dark green and mysterious. The forest floor is covered with thick moss and scattered with feathers of birds and animals. These are interwoven together to create an oil painting."

"The beauty of the phoenix trees in Jinling lies in their meaning. The phoenix tree means loyalty until death. Someone asked, "Is the departure of leaves the pursuit of the wind, or the tree's unwillingness to keep them?" For the phoenix tree, the leaves grow quickly and fall quickly. Every meeting and parting is an expectation for a better encounter next time."

"Uncle Qin, after hearing what you said, I can't wait to go to the Cailin you mentioned and take a good look at it."

Er Yuehong accompanied Hua Yu in having fun in Jinling City, and once he even took her to some romantic places to experience the Qinhuai scenery.

It is truly worthy: moored at Qinhuai River at night, enjoying the lights for ten miles; mist shrouding the cold water, listening to the sound of oars on the river.

However, afterwards both of them were lectured and forced to reflect in the inn.

On the second day, Qin Fuguang and Di Xin took Hua Yu and Er Yuehong to the Confucius Temple in Jinling.

After that, we set off on our journey to the next unknown place.

The group took a train north again. When they passed through a desolate area, they asked the conductor and found out that they had arrived in the northwest region.

"Hey, we've arrived at your hometown!"

Emperor Xin looked at the familiar land and then at Qin Fuguang, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"The me of the past is buried in the mausoleum along with the empire I once created. The me of today is just Qin Fuguang."

When Qin Fuguang looked at Longyuan today, he felt a complicated feeling in his heart.

Although he had let it go long ago during these long years, but the moment he actually saw it, he realized that the so-called letting go had been buried deep in his heart.

There was never a moment when he truly let go.

Qin Fuguang stood there and watched quietly, as if he was saying his final goodbye to his hometown.

Er Yuehong looked at Qin Fuguang like this, and a sour feeling surged in his heart, as well as a vague sense of familiarity. He didn't know why he had this feeling, and when he saw this land, his eyes would also feel moist. It was as if he had lived here in his previous life.

"Emperor Xin, they always say that time will dilute everything. But I just realized that time can't heal anything, but makes it more profound."

Emperor Xin took a step forward and put his hand on Qin Fuguang's shoulder.

"Time will come, and we will finally let it go."

"The music and singing are not seen with old friends, and the joy of ten miles is hard to find again"

Emperor Xin patted Qin Fuguang on the shoulder. They had been together for thousands of years, quarreled, fought, and finally returned to peace. So they understood each other much better than they knew themselves. Sometimes they could tell what the other meant with just a look or a gesture.

"Thanks."

Emperor Xin did not say anything, but just stood silently behind him, accompanying him to appreciate the sunset.