Grudge Breaker

Chapter 354 Life and Death (Winter)
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The moment Sang Pu saw the wooden kite in Mo Tingfeng's hand, sparks seemed to ignite in his eyes.

This is a wooden kite in the shape of a carrier pigeon and as big as an eagle. It is made of 1800 pieces of wood that are cleverly joined together. It can change its gliding trajectory with the airflow. The Mohist mechanical technique is indeed worthy of its reputation and this method is indeed ingenious.

Sang Pu gently stroked the wooden kite, his hand trembling a little - it was obviously the thin and dry paulownia wood, definitely not the oily agarwood or huanghuali wood that could develop a patina, but at this moment a thin layer of patina had formed all over the wood, as rich and oily as rosewood.

It is not difficult to imagine how many times it has been caressed and played with over the long years.

Seeing Sang Pu staring at Mu Yuan without saying a word, Mo Tingfeng felt a little embarrassed, and his ears turned red.

"I'm sorry, is it different from what you imagined? I could have made it into a more pleasing shape like a butterfly or a wild goose, but... I always thought that if I made it into a carrier pigeon, maybe I could get your news."

"But after so many years of waiting, this wooden kite has never been released, but it has already shown its old appearance."

Hearing him say this, Sang Pu felt even more sad.

She and Mo Tingfeng are like the two ends of a candle, burning themselves desperately to get closer to each other, but destined to part forever at the moment when they are closest to each other and shine the brightest.

"No, I love this kite more than anyone else."

"I once told you, 'A man who makes promises lightly will be untrustworthy.' Master Mo, I solemnly take back what I said."
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The two of them brought their wooden kites to a meadow halfway up Guiyun Mountain. There was a cool breeze blowing, and it was just past the middle of spring, a great time to enjoy the flowers and stroll in spring. Quite a few women from noble families brought their unmarried maids here to gather, gathered in groups, and were well served by the maids and old women. They were dressed in bright red brocade, which was quite a sight.

However, in comparison, the two people in low-key clothing still attracted a lot of attention when they appeared on the meadow. After all, they were both outstanding people, and they were such a perfect match. Even if they were just walking quietly together, they were outshined by a fairy couple, causing the original noisy surroundings to disappear for a while.

There were many noble ladies among them. Although they failed to recognize that Mo Tingfeng was the famous Lord Si Chen, they still felt inexplicable jealousy towards the woman standing next to such a majestic and handsome man.

"In broad daylight, a man and a woman alone, how shameful."

"That's right. You didn't even know to avoid others when you were having a tryst. The little girl saw you and learned something wrong."

"Look at the appearance of that little vixen, her figure and appearance make her look very seductive. I'm afraid their relationship is not open to the public..."

The ladies who were talking were at least a hundred feet away from them. They believed that they could not be heard, so they had no intention of lowering their voices. Naturally, the two men heard everything they said.

Mo Tingfeng looked calm, but Sang Pu felt a little uncomfortable. She had heard such words countless times thousands of years ago, and her heart had already become calloused with them. However, Sang Pu was concerned that this was Song Weichen's body after all, and she did not want to stigmatize him.

"Master Mo, there is no wind right now, so the wooden kite may have difficulty flying. How about we go back..."

"Who says there is no wind? I am the wind."

Before Sang Pu finished speaking, Mo Tingfeng pinched his fingers and cast a spell, and the wooden kite slowly flew up from his hand. Although it was not tied with a rope, it did not fly away, but just hovered leisurely around the two of them in the high altitude - because of the air flow passing through the wood pieces, the wooden kite actually made the sound of a carrier pigeon flying in the air.

"Om-"

The wooden kite was circling around the two people without any wind. It was a wonderful sight that would have made anyone unable to take their eyes off. The women gathered on the meadow were all stunned for a moment.

The few noble ladies who had been gossiping just now were even worse. They asked their servants to help them walk a few steps quickly towards the two people, just to get a closer look. When they came to their senses and wanted to say something, they found that their mouths seemed to be stuck by glue or molten iron and they couldn't open them. They were at a loss for a moment, and the maids and old women were in a panic.

No need to guess who did it.

However, Mo Tingfeng never glanced at the group of noble ladies from beginning to end. His mind was filled with the woman of his dream in front of him. He didn't understand, she was clearly right beside him, right in front of him, why the sadness and regret in his heart were stronger than a thousand years ago.

It was so thick that his eyes were sore and he could hardly open them.

Mo Tingfeng simply closed his eyes, and the sound of the pigeon's wings flapping in the wind became clearer.

"Om-"

"Sorry, Sangpu, there is no wind. I can only use magic to make it fly."

Sang Pu did not look at Mo Tingfeng, but just stared at Mu Yuan's eyes, which had already turned red.

"I think it's not magic that makes the wooden kite fly, but Mr. Mo's sincerity."

"Om-"

"Did you hear that, Sangpu?"

"These voices are the words I have been wanting to say to you for thousands of years."

"Om——"

"Yes, I heard every sentence and understood every word."

"In fact, Sang Pu understood it when we played pot-tossing with the young master in the other courtyard." Hearing this, Mo Tingfeng opened his eyes and looked at Sang Pu, trying hard to suppress the emotions surging like a tide, "May I ask the young lady...what did you hear?"

"I heard you say that in spring butterflies circle around horse hooves, in summer nights fireflies rival stars in the sky, in autumn the wind blushes the red maple leaves, in winter the teacup warms the snow and frost."

"I heard you say that the sparrows are building new nests in the mud, and the swallows are late in returning to their nests."

"I heard from the Master that my youngest son has just lost his teeth and will go to school tomorrow."

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I watched the red sun set in the west, hanging between the mountains and the sea, like a burning charcoal that was about to go out.

Sang Pu lowered her eyes. Although it was the most famous scenery in Luoyun Town, she was afraid to look at it.

After sunset, the mayflies fall.

It turns out that the ultimate heroism is actually muteness.
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"call--"

Suddenly, an evening breeze arose without any warning. The wooden kite was able to soar into the wind without any spells being cast. However, it was out of Mo Tingfeng's control and flew farther and farther away.

Just as he was about to cast a spell to recall him, Sang Pu unexpectedly stopped him.

"Mr. Mo, can you grant me a favor?"

She pointed at the wooden kite, her black pupils were like deep pools, no emotion visible.

"If Mr. Mo is willing to part with it, I would like you to use magic to burn it now, because Sang Pu wants to keep this wooden kite all to himself forever, and he is not willing to share it with Miss Song."

As he was speaking, the wooden kite had already flown to a height almost as high as the setting sun. Shining in the red sun, it looked less like a carrier pigeon and more like a phoenix rising from the flames.

Mo Tingfeng did not answer. He stretched out his slender fingers in the direction of the wooden kite, and they were trembling slightly.

In just a moment, sparks burst from the wooden kite, which looked like a Kongming lantern from a distance, attracting sharp-eyed tourists to stop and take a look.

It was a pity that it was made of flammable paulownia wood. In just two or three cups of tea, it was burned to ashes by the fire. When blown away by the evening breeze, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Sang Pu smiled, seeming very satisfied with this disappearance.

She turned to Mo Tingfeng and looked at him quietly. The depth and length of this glance was enough to span a thousand years.

"Mr. Mo, the crackling sound made by the burning wooden kite just now was what I said to you. Did you hear it clearly?"

Sang Pu's eyes made Mo Tingfeng lose his mind for a moment.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Sang Pu spoke on his own.
"What I'm saying is—"

"Mr. Mo's words today were all about Miss Song. You know her likes and dislikes, care about her health, and protect her well. I am also happy, as if the me a thousand years ago has become more precious because of this protection."

"But I don't want to wish you forever."

"Anything will become distorted if it is bound by time. I just hope that the days you spend together are full of life and you don't let each other down."

"Mr. Mo, we missed each other after all. After today, I will let it go—"

"You should let it go, too."

"For the rest of your life, forget about Sang Pu and treat Miss Song well."
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With the night covering his face, Mo Tingfeng could no longer stop crying. He subconsciously reached out to hold Sang Pu's hand, wanting to keep the remaining warmth.

"You're the one who said to 'be in the moment'."

"You are still here, so why bother to plan for separation?"

"I'll take you to dinner. Ximanlou's almond and taro milk brew is a specialty. Many girls come here to try it. Weiwei also praises it highly. I think you will like it too."

Sang Pu did not respond.

She had completely dissipated.

The words she just said were the relief she left for Mo Tingfeng with the last bit of her soul.

At this moment, Song Weichen's soul had returned, but because the lingering influence of Sang Pu's soul was still there, he could not speak for a while. He could only let Mo Tingfeng take him to Ximanlou as if he were Sang Pu.