Chapter 8 — I Don't Believe That Humanity Has Gray Heads

“Van Tu…” Outside the door came the sound of footsteps again. It was the butler's voice, cautiously saying: "General, breakfast is ready. You... more or less have some. You haven't eaten all night." "Get out!" An angry shout made the butler take three steps back in fear. Tham Tranh raised his head, the blood in his eyes became thicker: "My order. From today, everything in the palace is temporarily assigned to the deputy general to manage. I have to leave the palace for a while." "General, this... Where are you going?" Tham Tranh stood up, carefully folded the letter of separation, and kept it close to his chest. "I have to find my wife. Even if the horizon is broken, I have to bring her back." "But the other side." royal court..." "Let's just say my old wound has relapsed and I need to rest. Prepare the horse, I have to leave the city." "Understood..." Half an hour later, Tham Tranh, leading more than ten confidants, rode out of the general's palace. The horse galloped fast, the wind was cold. Right now, in Giang Nam, it is the season of almond flowers blooming in the dust and rain. In a small courtyard on the outskirts of Suzhou, Giang Van Tu was sitting under the purple corridor. The kettle boiled, the aroma of water filled the air. A Dien walked out of the house, picked up a coat, and gently placed it on her shoulders: "The morning dew is heavy, be careful of the cold." Giang Van Tu raised her head and smiled at him: "Thank you." "Between you and I, there is no need to say thank you all the time. Does the wound on your shoulder still hurt?" A Dien sat down next to her, looked at her sharp profile, and asked in a low voice. Giang Van Tu used a handkerchief to lift the teapot from the stove: "I'm much better. Your recipe is very effective." A Dien was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Van Tu, have you ever regretted?" "Regretted what?" "Regretted leaving him, regretted coming to Giang Nam, regretted... for choosing this path." Giang Van Tu poured Pour the water into the bowl, look at the brown water in the bowl. After a long time, she softly said: "Ah Dien, have you ever seen a bird with its wings cut off?" "When it was in a cage, it thought that it could only live like that, thinking that was the whole world. Until one day, the cage door opened, and it flew out, only to realize how vast the sky is." "I don't regret it." "I only regret not flying out of that cage sooner." She lifted the bowl. drink, drink all the warm water. A Dien looked at her, complex emotions flashed in her eyes, in the end only heartache remained. "That's good. From now on, wherever you want to fly, I will go with you there." The almond flowers outside the yard were blown away by the wind, scattering like a flurry of snow. And on the official road thousands of miles away, Tham Tranh was spurring his horse to run fast. "I don't believe that the world has gray hair, the plains are stormy for no reason." At that time, he once laughed at her for being sad and sentimental, saying that they could definitely be together until their hair turned gray. 9Spring in Giang Nam is as gentle as the wind. Giang Van Tu has lived in this small monastery for more than three months. A Dien's house was built next to the water. Just open the back window and you can see the long winding river. Every morning when she wakes up, she hears the female boatmen softly singing songs in Ngo's voice, each gentle and graceful sound reaching her ears. The wound on her shoulder was more than half healed, only when it rained was it dull and painful. Every day, A Dien personally changed her hair, not daring to delay at all. "Is today better?" A Dien finished tying the bandage and looked up at her. Giang Van Tu moved her shoulders and nodded: "It's much better. Your medicine is indeed very sophisticated." A Dien smiled and tidied up the medicine box: "The medicine man can't cure himself. Before, when he treated others, she asserted that. In turn, she was too lazy to take care of herself." The words carried with them.

Some blame, but extremely warm. Giang Van Tu also smiled: "So I have to thank Dr. A Dien." During these days, she gradually got used to this way of being together. A Dien treated her very well, but never exceeded the limit. He knew there was a wound in her heart, so he just quietly stayed by her side, waiting for her to slowly recover. At first, she had difficulty sleeping every night. Just close your eyes and the events at the general's palace will reappear. Tham Tranh's coldness, To Tuyet Nhu's provocations, that hot bowl of soup... All made her suffocate. Each time, she stood up, sharpened her ink, and copied the book. Page after page, until my fingertips were numb before I could reluctantly sleep. A Dien never asked. He just lit a sedative incense outside her study and prepared warm sedative tea on the table. One night, she wrote until her wrists hurt. When she raised her head, she discovered A Dien sitting in the hallway outside the door. "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" She asked. A Dien turned her head, her eyebrows gentle: "Remembering some old things, I can't sleep. What about you?" "I can't sleep either." The two of them sat one step apart, one person inside, one person outside, quietly looking at the moon, no one spoke. A long time later, A Dien said softly: