Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 9.3 - On Whom Shall I Place My Heart's Pining? (3)

These jumbled emotions carried on until the sun sank into the west.

Noticing her low mood, those several young priests asked her, since she had seen the sunrise this morning, would she also like to go see the ritual worship that occurred daily on the Ganges River? Yesterday, she had only just arrived so these men had been too shy to invite her, but now they felt she could go have a look.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

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More than one month ago, she had been here in this city.

At that time, when she saw these evening rituals, it had merely been a quick, passing look. There were too many tourists and young artists gathered on this river shore—that had been her impression from last time. Back then, as she watched those priests, she had not thought that, less than two months later, she would be revisiting this place, and this time, she was sitting amongst the local people rather than observing everything from afar as a tourist.

She was watching the ritual that was taking place.

And that girl was softly conversing with Cheng Muyun about something. Wen Han could not refrain from stealing a few more glances at them, such that she did not hear much of the joke that Meng Liangchuan was telling.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

That girl stood with her back to the bustling crowd. Her eyes were red, and with the back of her hand, she swiped at them. "I heard that a person whose ashes are scattered in this river will be able to rest in peace. But really, it makes no difference where he is buried, since I can't go pay my respects to him anyway."

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The girl spun the ring on her finger. A minute later, she decisively removed it. "In a little bit, I'll throw it into the river, too. Only twenty-five years old, and now I'm already a widow. That's just... That punk just left me with the short straw. Back then, when I said he was three years younger than me, he just had to argue and say how great it was that the girl was three years older. What's so great about it?" the girl rambled. After some time, she asked him, "Can you make an exception and tell me how he died?"

Cheng Muyun was quiet for a moment. "Someone leaked his identity out."

On that morning, in that little hall on the first floor, everyone had thought those people would attack Cheng Muyun first. No one had expected that they actually knew Zhou Ke's identity. Zhou Ke had not even had the chance to dodge and was seriously injured. When he managed, barely, to run outside, Meng Liangchuan happened at that moment to be arriving with the local police. That lad... had then taken yet another fatal blow for Meng Liangchuan.

Although Zhou Ke's lips had said he looked down on Meng Liangchuan, and perhaps in his heart he truly did look down on him, still, what could he do? They had both been acknowledged and accepted by Cheng Muyun. That meant he was his brother.

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This was the most simple of beliefs held by those who followed Cheng Muyun.