Joy of Life
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
The Loneliness Of One Person
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fan Xian's left hand gripped the metal rod in his chest tightly. He felt the waves of icy coldness that came from the metal. Following the welling of fresh blood, his noses and throat filled with a sweetness that made one grow cold. Even his body was cooling down.
There was still not a speck of dust on the strip of black cloth in front of him. The simple but young face, without a single wrinkle, seemed to be retelling a story that was hundreds of thousands of years long.
Fan Xian stared in a daze at this familiar face and found that it was impossible to find any trace of familiarity in it. It was clearly still the same face and same piece of black cloth, but he knew clearly that the person in front of him was no longer Uncle Wu Zhu. At least, in this instant, he was not Uncle Wu Zhu.
This person was that person, yet he was not him. Twenty years of friendship, yet now they were like strangers meeting. It was a sorrowful and depressing matter.