Chapter 6 — Snow Lotus from the Northern Landscape

"My knee protectors are at the top of my luggage, you have to wear them every day. There is also powder used to bandage wounds, placed in the small compartment on the right." He nodded in turn. "After you left, I was in the palace. My mother will also take good care of me, you don't need to worry about anything." He looked at me for a long time. The morning wind blew, the cloak behind him fluttered. "On Tri Y." "Yes?" "Wait for me to return." This time I heard every word clearly. "Okay." He turned around and got on his horse, the group headed north and left. The sound of horse hooves was chaotic and gradually disappeared. I stood in front of the palace gate, always looking in that direction, until I could no longer see anything. Thanh Hoa stood next to her and cried softly, but I did not cry. He said that when he returns, I will wait. After Bui Hanh left, the palace was much quieter. Bui Nghien was mentally depressed for a while, then was beaten by old General Bui before he regained consciousness, and was thrown into the military camp for training. Life in the Marquis Palace passed according to routine. I manage the household affairs, go to the old lady's place every few days to chat with her, and occasionally go to the kitchen to supervise the shopping. Letters from Bac Canh are sent to one room each month. Bui Hanh's writing is extremely sturdy, exactly like his character, straight horizontal lines, neat vertical lines. The first letter said: We have arrived in Bac Canh, everything is fine, don't look forward to it. The second envelope read: It's been cold lately, the knee pads are very good. The third letter wrote: This place doesn't have cinnamon rolls, I really miss the capital. I picked up the third envelope and flipped it over and over again many times. In the end, does he miss the cinnamon cake, or does he miss the person who ate the cinnamon cake? When the fourth envelope was sent, it was already summer. The envelope was a little thicker than usual, and inside was a dried pressed snow lotus flower. There was only one sentence on the letter: The flowers in Bac Canh are not as beautiful as those in the capital, but this one is still okay to give to her. I pinned the snow lotus flower inside the page of the book, closed the book, and hugged it to my chest. Wen Zhiyi, you're done. It seems you are really waiting for someone to return.11Bui Hanh returned in the fall. He returned a month early, without telling anyone. When he arrived, it was sunset, and the whole palace was having dinner. I held my bowl and sat down in the hallway, unable to bear to eat the last piece of cinnamon flower cake, slowly biting it bit by bit. The hospital door was pushed open. The afternoon light cast his shadow long. He stood at the door, still wearing his armor covered in road dust, with a light scar on his chin. The person was darker and thinner than when he left, and his shoulders were even broader. The bowl in my hand almost fell down. He strode forward, stopping in front of me. "I'm back." Those three words, exactly corresponding to the sentence "Wait for me to return" when he left, without missing a word. I bit my lip, put the bowl down and stood up. "Yes, I saw it." His eyes fell on the half-bitten piece of cinnamon flower cake next to me, the corners of his lips moved slightly. "Still eating this?" "After you left, Du Phong Trai increased the price twice. I told Thanh Hoa to wait in line for two hours to buy it." He suddenly raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "Stickled with crumbs." Whole body I'm stiff. He also stiffened. Perhaps he suddenly realized what he had just done. The hand was stiff in mid-air, the tip of the ear turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. A general had just returned from the Bac Canh battlefield, his ears turned red again. "I..." He withdrew his hand, clenched it into a fist and placed it beside his body. "I'll go see my mother first." He turned around and walked two steps before stopping. "I have something to tell you tonight." After speaking, he strode away, his back straight and tense. Ta

standing in place, touching the corner of his mouth, his heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat. Seeing Bui Hanh return, the old lady was naturally extremely happy. She kept him to eat, asked about the situation in Bac Canh, and talked for more than half an hour before finally letting him go. When Bui Hanh returned to the hospital, it was already night. I sat under the lamp, holding the snow lotus flower he sent me in my hand. He pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing what was in my hand, his steps stopped. "Do you still have it?" "Yes, I put it in a book. Every day when I open the book, I can see it." He came and sat down opposite me. The inner door is still there, but today he did not step towards it. The light reflected in his pupils, dark yellow, warm. "On Tri Y, there's something I've been hiding from you for a long time." My heart immediately jumped. "Going to pick up the bride that day..." He paused for a moment. "It wasn't that Bui Nghien suddenly came to look for me, but I proactively came to look for him." I was stunned. "When he came to tell me that he wanted to take Ha Dao away, I knew. I looked for him, saying I would take his place to pick up the bride." He said. bowed his head, his voice was suppressed very low. "He thought I was helping him." "But On Tri Y..." He raised his head to look at me. "I have wanted to marry you for a long time." The room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of candle wicks burning.