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Chapter 43 Wanjing's Reluctant Farewell: Tears for Shanhe
Chapter 43 Wanjing's Reluctant Farewell: Tears for Shanhe
I. As parting draws near, sorrow grows ever stronger.
With all the old grudges in the courtyard settled, a huge weight was lifted from Chen Shanhe's heart, and the day he was to depart for the provincial capital drew closer day by day.
The news quickly spread throughout Qinglong Town. When the villagers heard about it, although they were somewhat reluctant, they all nodded and wholeheartedly supported his decision to go out and make his way in the world, hoping that he could make a name for himself in the provincial capital and achieve great things.
Only Su Wanjing felt a growing sense of reluctance and sadness as the days drew closer, almost to the point of overflowing from her chest.
She was sullen and quiet all day long; her former bright and cheerful smile was gone. Whether sitting or standing, her face always carried a faint sadness, and deep in her eyes, there was always a heavy, unyielding cloud that made one's heart ache.
While sewing, they are oblivious to the fact that the needle and thread are crooked; while the fire on the stove is burning, they don't notice that it is about to go out; while holding a rice bowl, their chopsticks are suspended in mid-air, unable to eat a single bite.
He is distracted while working, absent-minded while eating, and even when walking, he often walks slowly and seems absent-minded.
As night fell, all was quiet, and the entire town was fast asleep. Su Wanjing lay in bed, tossing and turning, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see in her mind was Chen Shanhe's impending departure. The thought of parting from him and having to wait alone for the long years to come made her heart ache, aches, and tighten, and even her breathing felt a little dry.
Although the wind and waves outside the window were calm, her heart was in turmoil, filled with reluctance and longing.
Poems as proof:
As parting draws near, a heavy feeling settles over me.
Her face was clouded with sorrow, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.
I was silent and depressed all day long.
It's all because I'm thinking of the person I love.
II. Tears shed in the still of the night
The night was as dark as ink, and all was quiet. The entire town of Qinglong was fast asleep, and not even a dog's bark could be heard.
Only the faint moonlight streamed into the room through the window, falling gently and coldly on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
Su Wanjing lay in bed, tossing and turning, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on her heart, unable to fall asleep no matter what she did.
All I could hear were the sounds of impending farewell, and the image of Chen Shanhe packing his bags flashed before my eyes again and again.
She stared at the dark roof with her eyes open, tears silently soaking her pillowcase.
I tried to hold back and suppress it, but in the end, I couldn't help but feel the surge of grievances and reluctance in my heart.
She gently bit her lip, silently lifted the covers, and walked barefoot and tiptoed to Chen Shanhe's side.
Afraid of waking him, her footsteps were as light as a feather.
As she approached, she slowly extended her slender, slightly trembling hand and gently grasped his sleeve.
They clenched their knuckles tightly, gripping firmly, as if if they let go, the person in front of them would disappear into the night and never return.
The moonlight gently shone on her face, illuminating her tear-streaked face. Two clear, glistening tears slid slowly down her cheeks.
Her eyes reddened, her nose tingled, and all the pent-up grievances and reluctance of the day burst forth instantly.
Tears could no longer be held back, streaming down his face like beads from a broken string, soaking his clothes and sleeves.
She choked back tears, her lips trembling slightly, her voice soft and gentle, thick with sobs, as she pleaded with each word to stay.
"Mountains and rivers..."
"Let's not go to the provincial capital, okay?"
"The town has mudflats, villagers, our familiar homes, familiar courtyards, and everything we know."
"Isn't it better for us to live a peaceful and stable life here, spending our lives together in quiet contentment, than to be out there wandering and suffering?"
Her shoulders trembled as she cried, her voice choked with sobs, every word filled with heart-wrenching reluctance.
Poems as proof:
In the stillness of the night, tears secretly fall.
She gently tugged at his sleeve and spoke softly.
I advise you not to go to other places.
I only wish to stay together and never be apart.
3. The soft intestines will never give up even if they are broken.
Su Wanjing's body went limp, and she leaned gently against Chen Shanhe, unable to suppress the bitterness in her heart any longer, tears streaming down her face.
Hot tears streamed down her face, instantly soaking her clothes. She cried like a helpless child, her whole body trembling slightly.
She choked up, speaking haltingly, taking several breaks to finish a sentence, each word filled with reluctance and longing.
"I can't bear to leave this land that gave me birth and nurtured me, I can't bear to leave my family, I can't bear to leave the people in the town..."
"But what I miss the most is you, and the days I spent with you."
"I really can't bear to be apart from you, not even for a single day."
She cried even harder, sobbing as she poured out all her worries.
I'm afraid you'll suffer outside and have no one to take care of you;
I'm afraid you'll be wronged or bullied, and no one will stand up for you;
I fear the road ahead will be bumpy and unpredictable, and I'll leave you to shoulder all the difficulties alone.
"The provincial capital is so big and the people are so diverse. The thought of you having to face it all alone makes my heart ache."
She cried and murmured between sobs, her voice filled with longing and pleading.
"I don't want anything, I don't want anything."
All I want is to stay with you and protect this home.
"I'd be perfectly content if we just lived a peaceful and ordinary life in Qinglong Town."
Her shoulders trembled as she cried, her voice choked and broken, every word coming from the bottom of her heart, full of genuine feelings, concern, and reluctance to part.
The feeling of heartbreak and unbearable sorrow is so poignant that it makes one's heart ache to hear it and one's heart ache to see it; even the air seems to ache.
It wasn't that she didn't support his ambitions, nor that she didn't understand his aspirations.
She just cared too much, was too afraid of losing, too afraid of the long wait, and too afraid of the unknown storms ahead.
She only wanted to stay with the one she loved and didn't want him to go far away and suffer the hardships alone.
Poems as proof:
Tears soaked her clothes, and she could not speak.
My heart is breaking and I cannot find peace.
My only worry is the harsh winds and frosts ahead.
Reluctant to part with my beloved on his long journey.
IV. Gently soothe the mind from all directions
Chen Shanhe looked down at the person in his arms, whose face was covered in tears, and his heart softened instantly, feeling an overwhelming pang of heartache.
He couldn't bear to see her so sad, but his ambitions compelled him to venture out into the distance.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips moving with utmost gentleness, carefully wiping away the tears that kept rolling down her face. His movements were as tender as if he were afraid of breaking a precious jewel, his eyes filled with doting affection and tenderness, without a trace of impatience, only boundless love.
"Wanjing, don't cry. If you keep crying, my heart will break."
His voice was deep and gentle, like a spring breeze caressing the surface of a lake, soothing her trembling body and mind. Then he slowly began to speak, revealing the ambitions and aspirations that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time.
"I am unwilling to accept that our traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are looked down upon, despised, and labeled as unorthodox."
"I want to go to the provincial capital, make a name for myself in the world of traditional Chinese medicine, treat patients well, save lives, and make a name for myself."
"I want more people to recognize our folk medical skills, so that more poor people can afford to see a doctor and receive good treatment, and so that you and your family can live a better, more dignified, and more respected life in the future."
His tone was firm, his gaze open and honest; every word he spoke came from the bottom of his heart, and every syllable carried a sense of responsibility and commitment.
Su Wan leaned quietly on his shoulder, her tears silently soaking his clothes. Despite her reluctance and unwillingness, she gradually understood.
The man before me was ambitious and concerned for the common people; he was by no means an ordinary person content with mediocrity and confined to a small town.
He has his own path to walk and his own dreams to fulfill; she cannot and should not stop him.
She sniffed, wiped away her tears, and nodded silently, quietly hiding all her worries, love, and anxieties deep in her heart.
Despite her reluctance, her heartache, and the long road ahead, she still chose, with tears in her eyes, to fully support his decision, to stay by his side, and to wait for his triumphant return.
Poems as proof:
Gently wiping away tears, speaking softly.
My ambition lies in all directions, and I will not linger here.
Despite a thousand reluctances,
I will follow your heart and let you stay or leave as you please.