Chapter 77: Feather Pen

  This child seems to always be so insecure.

  I got up and walked to the window, looking at the sunset's residual glow casting delicate shadows on the ground, feeling sweet in my heart. Yī Qiān Xún, when he comes to Song Fu and knows about my situation, will he impulsively grab my hand and say "Let's go with me?"?

  No matter what happens, I guess we still have a fate connection after all?

  Thinking of Chihiro, thinking of that god-like youthful beauty, my face turns red and my breathing becomes irregular. This intense longing is probably what it means to be lovesick?

  After Lüshi and Dafuren left, I was about to instruct Hongling to apply the medicine when Song Tang asked me: "You said today is the day of lovers, what holiday is it?"

  I was taken aback and said, "Don't you know?"

  Song Tang shook his head, I smiled and said: "Today is Qixi Festival, also known as Valentine's Day, it's a festival for lovers."

  He thought for a moment and said, "But what about your village's customs?"

  I said "yes". He paused again, took a piece of jade pendant from his neck and handed it to me, saying: "This is for you, take it!"

  I see that jade is crystal clear and translucent, feeling warm to the touch. Generally, things that are close to one's body are either extremely valuable or have great significance: "How can this be? I dare not hold such a precious object in my hand."

  He sighed, his rare good temper: "Since you married into the Song family, I haven't bought you any jewelry gifts. Today is Valentine's Day, and as husband and wife, what's mine is yours." He paused slightly, his eyes dimming: "Unless, you look down on it or think this jade is too light."

  He said so, I had no choice but to accept. After a brief moment of hesitation, I only said: "Thank you." Thinking again, I walked out of the outer room and took out the pen made with seven roots of feathers that Xiao Wangye's people sent me to make today, and handed it over to him, saying: "This is what was sent by Xiao Wangye today, specifically for me to make. There are still some feathers left to make this one. If you don't mind, take it."

  I explained this to him, and he eagerly took it over, holding it in his hand and looking at it again and again, feeling it with his fingers. After all, he was still a child, and couldn't help but ask: "Are these the feathers? Are they really beautiful?"