In the ancient realm there was a soul who was known widely as Hanguang-Jun.
He was known to be aloof and away from worldly beings. Seldom people knew him for who he was or what his heart truly yearned in reality.
A man who loved dearly and in retu...
As the snow dreamily graces the earth, I walk up to my brother and tug his sleeves, "Brother, when are we going to Jingshi?" Even though my face seemed impassive, yet my heart eagerly sought his and he smiles kindly.
Brother has always been kinder between the two of us, never the one to change, he always had a calm aura about himself that made my little heart happy.
Crouching down to my level, his voice is soft as usual, "Wangji, we'll leave once the snow subsidies." Straightening my forehead band he continues, "You can never allow uncle to see your forehead band fastened in haste, alright?"
At his words I nod.
"Hungry?" he enquires softly and I shake my head. I wasn't hungry. My mind was somewhere else today. Walking towards the window my eyes seeks the vast span of Gusu covered in snow.
If I don't get to meet mother today, then I would have to wait for another one month. My soul didn't want that. For some reason I wanted to meet her today. My heart was desperate.
"Gege" I whisper.
I look at the darkening sky praying for the weather to clear up.
"Wangji," Gege sighs "you know mother can't come and live with us, don't worry we'll meet her soon." Caressing my hair gently, we continue to stand by the window with a hope to meet her soon. The reality was far from our hopes and dreams.
The sky didn't clear up. It became dark. So dark. It forever became dark.
~ Seldom did Wangji realise that he would never see his mother again. Had it not snowed that night, probably he would have seen her one last smile. ~
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A month passed by and it was the day I get to visit Jingshi. Mother would be there waiting for me,she's always the one to open her doors and welcome me in. Packing my bag, I wait for Gege to arrive.
Counting number of leaves on the tree I reach to 103 when Gege enters with a solemn look. He is sad. Why are your eyes sad brother? I have never seen Gege sad. Ever.
"Wangji" his voice sounded pained. It's not a voice I have heard before. Something's wrong.
"Gege, I want to go to Jingshi" tugging his sleeves and oblivious to his pain, this young heart today is desparate to see his mother, but Gege didn't move. Leaving him behind, I sprint all the way to Jingshi.
Dashing through the gates, I stop in front of the patio, expecting her to open the door, when she doesn't, I plead "I am here mama, please open!" but she doesn't come out to greet me. She never will.
