Chapter 489 - 253: A True Brother Would Even Become a Woman for His Brother...
"My father only loved my mother all his life, otherwise he wouldn’t have fallen into such a fate." He Kongyue shook his head repeatedly, "From this perspective, those who are overly affectionate might live longer than those who are deeply affectionate. At least, when the wife passes away, he still has others to accompany him and won’t resort to seeking death."
"Being overly affectionate doesn’t necessarily mean one is not deeply affectionate. The counterpart to deep affection should be shallow affection."
You Su does not agree with the viewpoint that being overly affectionate is equivalent to shallow affection.
He Kongyue glanced at You Su, his eyes carried a mysterious meaning:
"Being overly affectionate and deep is extremely difficult, I hope Miss You can achieve this."
"I will certainly do my utmost." You Su stopped walking, "Mr. He, this is where you should stop, hurry back to care for your father, the maids can guide the way out."
"I apologize for today, and for causing you trouble. I should at least accompany you to the main gate. My father frequently acts this way, I’m used to it, a moment like this doesn’t make a difference. Moreover, my father senses our location, if he finds out I didn’t escort you, he might be even more upset."
You Su had no choice but to comply, quickening her pace, she asked concernedly, "Are medicines ineffective?"
He Kongyue shook his head helplessly, "We’ve tried all kinds of medicines, but heart sickness is hard to cure. Every time he grieves incessantly, I recite poems mourning his late wife. He seems to find a kind of solace, sharing the sentiment from the poems, calming his emotions somewhat."
Upon hearing this, You Su paused, then found a level area nearby, taking out xuan paper and the purple pearl pen given by He Kongyue from the Qiankun Bag.
"Miss You is... going to write a poem for my father?"
He Kongyue saw You Su preparing to showcase talent, looking surprised.
"I’m transcribing a poem, but indeed it is a return gift for your father."
"What my father gave you was merely a piece of charcoal, not real Mo Lake Jade." He Kongyue felt it was exaggerated to exchange a piece of charcoal for a poem, "But I will find a way to procure a real piece to compensate you."
He Kongyue stood by You Su, as You Su bent over to write on the stone platform, upon hearing this he felt annoyed, instinctively reaching out and patting He Kongyue’s backside.
"Mr. He step aside a bit, how many times do I have to tell you, between us there’s no need for such calculations, if you continue this way I’ll truly get angry."
You Su withdrew her hand, continuing to write, secretly astonished at how unexpectedly soft Mr. He’s backside was...
While He Kongyue stood dumbfounded on the spot, completely bewildered.
The slap from You Su was not forceful, yet the untouched place brought a fiery sting...
How dare you?!
He Kongyue clenched his teeth, wanting to react, but forcefully restrained herself.
After all, among brothers, slapping each other is very normal, rather it’s a sign of close relations.
If she got upset over this, wouldn’t it be drawing undue attention?
But also can’t let him off easily...!
What if this turns into a habit in the future?!
"Mr. He, it’s done!"
You Su suddenly stood up, blew the xuan paper, then handed it to He Kongyue.
"This poem is also a work mourning a late wife, I hope it can help your father."
Being interrupted by You Su, He Kongyue’s thoughts of reasoning with You Su disappeared.
She accepted the paper, reading the lines on it.
"Ten years of life and death vast and boundless. Not thinking, yet hard to forget. A solitary grave spans a thousand miles, nowhere to speak of sorrow..."
When the poem concluded, she froze in place, immersed in the profound grief of the poem for a long time before returning to herself.
In a blink, she realized You Su had long since left.
He Kongyue pursed her lips, knowing this poem would surpass all the ones recited to He Mingpei previously.
The old man mourning his late wife to illness would regard this poem as a balm for his pain.
The significance of this poem for He Mingpei, not to mention charcoal, even a piece of genuine Mo Lake Jade couldn’t replace.
If so, let go of the matter of him slapping my backside...
As long as it’s not repeated...