Fu Shen rode wildly out of the city, his figure like an arrow, raising a dust storm. Fortunately, the city was sparsely populated, and the outskirts were vast wasteland. The wild wind of the wilderness billowed his robes and blurred his eyes, allowing him to vent his anger through self-destructive charging.
When he finally stopped, exhausted, Fu Shen touched his eyes and found them dry.
He didn’t know if he hadn’t cried or if the wind had dried his tears.
Momentarily passionate, he thought he should return to the city and kill Yan Xiaohan; then feeling low, he wanted to find a quiet place and drink to mourn his betrayed heart. But these thoughts flashed briefly in his mind, and when he finally stopped, Fu Shen wanted to do nothing.
How could different paths lead to the same destination? He didn’t believe it, and now had become just another lesson.
When you know you’re wrong, you should let go when it’s time to let go.
The Wind Blows Vast, the Wilderness Boundless, Fu Shen said to himself: “Isn’t he just a white-eyed wolf? So what if I was bitten once? Am I not still alive?”
Though he said this, when he returned home and saw the bow case he had collected in his bedroom, Fu Shen couldn’t help but feel a sourness in his nose.
He suppressed this heartache and called a servant: “Take this case to the storehouse.”
The servant asked: “To the public storehouse or to the young master’s courtyard?”
Fu Shen originally wanted to say the farther away the better, but when the words reached his mouth, he feared the bow and arrow might be mishandled by others. The words stuck in his throat, and he finally said reluctantly: “Store it in my courtyard.”
After a moment, he added: “Keep it well, keep it away from water, and prevent moth damage.”
After the bow case was moved out, Fu Shen finally felt less stifled and lay flat on the bed.
Great ups and downs, great sorrow and joy are most exhausting. Fu Shen didn’t know how, but he fell asleep in a daze. In his dream, he returned to the cliff of Bao Yan Mountain. This time there was no wild boar, only Yan Xiaohan hanging from the cliff with one hand, beneath him an abyss.
