Mustang

It will be a month since I saw Chunchuan again.

The house has found a buyer, and the things to be taken to Jiangnan are almost packed.There is a caravan departing from the capital for Suzhou in March, and I will ride in their carriage.

Mr. Zhang sent someone to send me a letter, asking me to meet in Washi in the east of the city.

"Today, there are more than a dozen people in this troupe, including musicians, kabuki and maiko—" Mr. Zhang introduced to me before the performance in Goulan, Washi.

I interrupted him recklessly and asked, "Why did you suddenly invite me to watch the troupe's performance?"

"The little prince plans to buy this troupe for Chunchuan."

I couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing the laughter, Mr. Zhang glanced at me, and continued, "It's nothing for them as princes to send the whole theater troupe to their own house. But it's really a good thing for Chun Chuan——"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else," I shook my head hastily, "I'm happy for him. From now on, he wants to dance whatever he wants, and for as long as he wants, which is naturally better than wandering around the world with me. Please Mr. Zhang will do the same in the future." Take care of him."

He sighed: "I hope you can really think so. And the little prince... In fact, he is not bad, he can even be said to be better than most of the dudes in the capital. I have known him since we were young. At the age of seven, he picked up a puppy whose leg was broken outside the palace. He changed the dressing and bandaged it every day, and finally rescued it. But the prince turned his face and sent him away, saying that he was afraid that he would lose his mind. Therefore, even if he is a little extreme in this matter, I think there is a reason for it-he has been like this since he was a child, and he is very strict with his own things. After all, you are his elder brother, please bear with me. "

"I know."

I don't know where.I know the crippled puppy he saved, and I know why he only smashed that old piano last month.

At that time, my father was afraid that he would lose his mind by playing with things, so he brought the puppy to the suburbs of the city to raise for me; he only learned the piano for two years, because his father thought that no one in the court would think highly of him because he was proficient in rhythm.My father hoped that he would concentrate on studying and practicing martial arts and one day he would become a pillar of the country, so he gave me his dog and his piano.

But Chunchuan is neither a puppy nor Qin, I wonder if my younger brother understands this truth.

The play performed in Goulan that day was about Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

——The rivers and rivers are clear and shallow, but the magpie bridge is difficult to build. People who love each other miss but cannot meet, and look at each other but cannot speak.

After leaving Washi, I bid farewell to Mr. Zhang.When he was about to reach the gate of the city, he happened to run into Chun Chuan who was holding a bag of buns in his arms.

I stopped to look at him, and he looked at me, also motionless.I smiled at him and he smiled at me.The flow of people in the capital came and went, and we looked at each other silently in the busy streets and alleys of the market.

But time doesn't stand still.After all, I want to get out of the huge city of the capital, like escaping from a curse that has been haunting me since I was born.

So, I took a step and passed him.