Chapter 248: Who Will Draw The Beautys Eyebrows?
Warm sunlight appeared at the rise of dawn.
Golden birds were pulling a heavy carriage a hundred meters above the ground on the southeastern canopy. Faint clouds were wafting around them. The birds shook their feathers that reflected a golden brilliance under the sun.
Feng Feiyun had finally returned. He ran very quickly last night, but he made little progress since he had no less than twenty injuries all over his body. Blood was still dripping from some open wounds all over his shoes. It must have left many footprints during his journey.
"For whom the beauty smiles as youth is passing by? In this mundane realm, the heart will not age, but without you, the world is a waste. Don’t climb all alone till gray hair flutters on the steep pavilion. With no time remaining, who will draw her eyebrows in the end?" A beautiful song accompanied by a melodious zither came from the carriage. It echoed across the rosy clouds, causing all the finches nearby to tweet, creating a perfect tune. [1. Okay, this poem took 30 minutes. It looks like the author took several big elements from literature and came up with the rest by himself. It is about a girl waiting for the right person, but it also says not to wait too long or time will catch up. As for the eyebrows part, it is a tradition for the husband/lover to draw his wife/lover’s eyebrows. It is a symbol of love.]
It was a wondrous sound that gave others a profound peace of mind; this tune allowed others to forget about the troubles of the world.
Feng Feiyun smiled and landed on the carriage. While slightly trembling, Nangong Hongyan’s fingers immediately stopped flicking the strings. Her pretty and damp eyes were glancing around.
The song might have stopped, but the mystical hymn remained. With tearful eyes, she rushed towards Feng Feiyun and hugged him tightly while quietly weeping: “You are finally back. I was all alone and scared so I could only sing, but I became even more afraid. My mind was empty like the rootless duckweed always flowing down streams.”
“Sorry, I left in a rush.” He gently stroked her hair and closed his eyes to take a deep breath. Having someone in this world to worry about you was a wonderful thing.
“I know, I don’t blame you at all, only myself for being anxious and not helpful. I could only think about you and pray to the merciful Bodhisattva to grant you a safe return.” Her tears constantly dripped down while her long eyelashes gently quivered. She kept on muttering and revealing her worries and self-blame.
He asked: “You really prayed to the Bodhisattva for my sake?”
“Really.” She replied seriously.
“Then what did the Bodhisattva say?” He teased.