Jing ling sits by Shizhui and listens him play the qin. A certain sensation of calm went through his body. He felt sleepy. His tired head drooped over Shizhui's shoulder. Shizhui carefully places him on his shoulder.
After letting Jing ling rest for a while.
SZ: Sect leader. You need to head home now, else your uncle would be worried.
JL: *in sleepy voice *Mn well. U.. U.. Shizhui! Will you come back again tomorrow??
Sz: I am not sure, Sect leader. Why do you ask?
JL: Nothing. Don't you ever think that I will come again to mee... I mean to be at this place tomorrow!!
Sz:*smiles like Wwx* well.
JL: Off I go then!
SZ nods.
JL: You too get home safely.
SZ nods again.
Needless to say Jing ling did come to the place that next night. They again sat together to play the guqin. Actually Jing ling felt inner peace in Shizhui's guqin melody.
Just like that they met at that same place, very often. Never spoke much, but felt a lot. However on one such night. Shizhui is seen sitting beneath the cherry blossom tree, playing the guqin. Jing ling enters slowly and stands in front of Shizhui . He stared at Shizhui's long white , blue bordered robe which fluttered elegantly. Now sat face to face with Shizhui.
JL: Lan Shizhui! *in a very quiet voice * do you think, that I can be your friend.
SZ: *a little shocked * U... U.. O... Of.. Course Sect leader. If you think that I am worthy enough of your friendship. Then of course, why not?!!
JL: Then drop these Courtesies and treat me like a one. I do want to be your friend.
SZ: Then should I call you Jing Rulan?!!
JL: Umm.. A ling sounds better.
Shizhui smiles and nods.
They were both feeling a sensation so intense yet inexplicable. So strong yet delightful. It was like some fire sparking between them.
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FanfictionLan Shizhui, an obedient son and student. True pride of his Dads, Wei Ying and Hanguang Jun. Join his life as he explores the different aspects of life and most importantly love. P.S.A : None of the arts used here are owned by me, they all rightful...
