Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Five years later, on a beach of a small island in the ocean, eighteen-year-old Hua Yu was followed by ten-year-old Hong Xingjun. The two were running on the beach. Er Yuehong was sitting under a tree by the beach, with servants serving them.

"Second Master, a letter from Ninth Master."

The servant handed over the letter and left.

Er Yuehong opened the letter and read it carefully.

In the letter, Jiu Ye recounted some of his experiences in the United States, where he met some high-ranking officials and politicians. He recently planned to return to his country to develop his career, so that at least his son would be a Dragon citizen instead of a United States citizen.

Jiu Ye also mentioned that he had learned from his previous contact with Wu Ye that Qiu Dekao from the United States who was previously in Sand City had returned, as if he had completed some mission.

Jiu Ye felt something was wrong, so he planned to return to his country to investigate this American who had stayed in Long Country for more than 20 years.

After reading the letter, Erye borrowed a fire and burned it all.

After the two of them came back from having enough fun at the beach, Er Yuehong was still the same as when they went to the beach to look for shells.

"You must be tired. Sit down and have a rest and drink some water."

"Although the weather is not very cold now, I am sweating all over after running here. If the wind blows, I will definitely feel hot when I return to the house."

Er Yuehong asked his subordinates to take Hua Yu and Hong Xingjun, who were tired from playing, downstairs to change into clean clothes.

After they came back, they sat obediently on the recliners, played chess, drank tea, and admired the afterglow of the sunset.

"Brother, haven't they come out of the sea yet?"

"Mr. Zhang and the others are still in the sea, but the people on the ship just sent a letter saying that they are on their way back and will probably arrive at noon tomorrow."

“It’s going to take so long!”

When Hua Yu heard that it would take until the next morning, she immediately became depressed and slumped over the table.

"Every parting is for a better meeting next time."

"Isn't this what you said when you persuaded me to go to Germany?"

Er Yuehong touched Hua Yu's head, who was lying weakly on the table.

"How can the principles of comforting others be used on yourself?"

Hua Yu turned over and lay on her back on the recliner, crossing her hands behind her head, looking at the sky without the sunlight.

"Don't you people have a saying that bystanders see more clearly than those involved?"

"So! Words of comfort to others can never comfort yourself, because at that time, you will have no rationality at all, so the great principles that were once easy to recite will become useless nonsense at that moment."

"That's true." Er Yuehong raised his eyebrows and looked at Hua Yu who was lying leisurely in the chair.

"My brother and I have been separated for 20 or 30 years, and now we have only lived together for five years."

Hua Yu looked like she was reminiscing alone, staring at the sky blankly and speaking slowly.

"Twenty or thirty years may be half a lifetime for you, but for us it is actually very short. We will have countless twenty or thirty years in the future, but how many twenty or thirty years do you have?"

Hua Yu suddenly turned her head and looked into Er Yuehong's eyes.

Er Yuehong was stunned by Hua Yu's words.

Yes! Hua Yu and Mr. Zhang will have many, many decades to come. How many of those decades can he have to wait for someone?

Er Yuehong suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Yes! Twenty or thirty years! Not too short, but not too long either."

"But Ayu, everyone will have regrets in life!"

"Life! There is no such thing as a perfect solution. A hundred years is just a lesson for people to make choices. Hold fireworks to make a living, stop, forget, follow the wind, walk, watch and be calm."

"So, Ayu's life with regrets is a perfect life. After all, there is no such thing as a perfect life in this world!"

Er Yuehong seemed to be suddenly relieved and let out a long sigh.

"But some regrets in February can be made up."

Hua Yu flipped over and sat up.

"Ayu, a regret that can be made up for is no longer a regret."

Er Yuehong took Hua Yu to the beach, pointed at the waves that kept rushing onto the beach and said, "Ayu, these waves are repeating the same action as before, but are the waves at this moment still the same as before?"

"Does it make any difference?"

"There is no difference, the waves are still the waves, the beach is still the beach, but the time is no longer the same as before."

"Love comes voluntarily, and there is no regret after it is over. Live up to the encounter, and don't talk about debts. Born at the wrong time, love at the wrong person. Wherever you go, it is fate."

"February, I still don't understand?"

"It doesn't matter. Ayu will understand in the future, but that will be a long, long time in the future."

Hua Yu looked at Er Yuehong in confusion, but it was a long time later when Hua Yu remembered what Er Yuehong said again.

How long will it be? Probably a person lying in a long and narrow coffin, and a person standing outside the coffin holding a delicate and beautiful child!