Autumn was approaching, and the cicadas cried mournfully. The mantis catches the cicada, with the yellow sparrow behind. Chen Mengjiao, Su Jieyu, Mu Xiaoxiao – who is the mantis? Who is the yellow sparrow? Who is the cicada?
Perhaps the wind knows…
Like Such Rosy Clouds
On this day, Mu Xiaoxiao finished helping Zhao Changping and realized the time was getting late, approaching dusk. Her heart suddenly trembled, worried about the person in the flower-colored clothes. She didn’t know what injury it was, but it had been delayed for more than half a month with no signs of improvement, and the person still couldn’t get out of bed. Mu Xiaoxiao could no longer feel at ease, quickly washed her face, and went to see the person in the flower-colored clothes.
The setting sun had not yet disappeared, and the sky was painted with streaks of rosy light, a pale red. Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly saw a desolate paleness within it. She had always been carefree and unaware of sorrow, but this time, seeing the flower-clothed person’s tearful eyes and hidden pain, Mu Xiaoxiao unexpectedly developed a thin sense of melancholy. She realized that pain isn’t always about loud crying, but sometimes about silent endurance, and perhaps even more profound. She understood that appearance doesn’t represent reality, and the truth is often hidden, just like these red clouds – a bright red that is merely the final struggle before sunset, like the saying “the setting sun is like blood”!
Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head, dispelling these unfamiliar feelings. She called for Susi, but found she had been sent away, so Mu Xiaoxiao casually called a maidservant to lead the way to Ling Yuan.
The rosy light was scattered on the Tai Ye Pool, like ripples on the water’s surface, floating delicately. The ground was paved with blue-green bricks, each three feet square, fitted seamlessly. Under the candlelight, the blue bricks were bathed in a red glow, smooth as a mirror. A horizontal flute began to play, its clear melody reaching Mu Xiaoxiao’s ears, bringing a vague sense of joy.
Mu Xiaoxiao was immersed in the music, completely unaware that a dangerous net was quietly closing in on her.
