Chapter 56 – Yue Qingcheng (1/2)

Chapter 56 – Yue Qingcheng

“I didn’t catch what you said, could you please explain it to me?” Feng Zi stood between Qinghan and Wuhen, because he sensed there was something wrong between them.

“Yeah, I’m also quite interested in different ideas.” Hua Cao urged.

“Their comments on the song are all cliché!” Qinghan took a breath, and continued, “Did you even know the underlying meaning of these lyrics? It is a song describing the lapse of youth, and the protagonist’s helpless wish to linger on in the good old days. Who said his heartbeat accelerated after hearing this song? How can anyone with common sense feel so excited in front of such a tragic song?”

“Alright, then what is your opinion about this song?” Wuhen challenged Qinghan while he quickly waved his folding fan, as though he was putting out the angry flames inside of him.

“I’m all ears to your ‘enlightening’ explanation!” Shuiliu also spat out in a sarcastic tone.

“Yo, Qinghan, are you also an expert on well versed poetry? The lyric seems like a poem.” Feng Zi’s eyes lit up with excitement. In the Flame Dragon Continent, only a few people knew something about literature, because most of them were focused on cultivation.

“Although I’m only a layman in literature, I do agree with what Qinghan just said. I mean, that song contains such a tragic story in the lyrics.” Hua Cao scratched his hair, and frowned at the others.

Despite the hot discussion, both Yue Niang and Niuniu remained silent. However, they did look at Qinghan appreciatively when he described the song.

“Excuse me, Niuniu. I have a question for you.” Qinghan suddenly turned around, staring at Niuniu’s sparkling eyes.

“Young lord Qinghan, please go ahead.” The beautiful paddler slightly twisted her waist, and bowed to Qinghan.

“If I didn’t guess it wrong, it should be a song written by Yue Yan’er, isn’t it?”

Qinghan’s question made both Niuniu and Yue Niang dumbfounded, for it was the first time Niuniu had performed this song in public.

“Yes, you’re right. It was written by the former holy virgin – Ye Yan’er. Have you heard about this song before?”

“No, never!” Qinghan slowly turned around, and leaned his back against the chair, looking attentively at the beautiful sceneries in the distance, “This poem can be divided into four parts: the first part deals with the girl’s upsetting feelings when she loves someone secretly. The sceneries in the march, and the embroideries she makes are all used to convey her loneliness; the second part reviews the girl’s solitude and helplessness towards life itself, rather than her missing of a man.”

Like a romanticist, who was let down by the mundane world, Qinghan bombarded a series of explanations. He even blamed Wuhen for wrongly explaining this beautiful song.

“The third part is about the girl’s disappointment at her impressive, yet short romance with the man. She longs for a more robust life and blessed love. I guess, according to what had happened to Yan’er, she was heartbroken when she wrote this song. So she expected some change in her life… Well, the fourth part encompasses her self-reflection based on her past experience in both social life and romance. “

“In general, this song is mainly about Ye Yan’er’s life. She resisted following the path arranged by her family, and decided to have a say in her own life. After she met Ye Dao at the Summer Fire Festival, she fell in love with this handsome man. However, destiny will always play tricks on us, Ye Dao had already established a romantic relationship with another woman. After knowing that, Yan’er cried her heart out, and lost confidence in love. In the end, Ye Dao died, and Yan’er’s beautiful appearance wilted as time passed. However, until the last minute of her life, she kept loving Ye Dao… Miss Yue Qingcheng, am I right?”

Wuhen and Shuiliu were waiting for the disapproval of Qinghan’s opinion; however, their lack of artistic sensitiveness pulled them back. They were accustomed to fight with fists, rather than this abstract literacy.

“Yue Qingcheng is the holy virgin of this festival. Oh, my god, is the paddler girl over there Yue Qingcheng?” Some of the young lords began whispering to each other, as they stared at her, waiting for her response.

The paddler girl put the paddler aside, pushed the curtain, and slowly walked towards the group of young men. She bowed to them all, hand said in a tender voice, “I’m Yue Qingcheng. Nice to meet you guys here.”

“Ohhh!”

Like hit by a thunderbolt, all these pretentious young lords were greatly embarrassed by their previous nasty behavior. None of them had realized that Yue Qingcheng would reveal her identity out of blue. Originally, every young lord had prepared some performance, in order to show off in front of Qingcheng at the evening party during the Summer Fire Festival. However, right now, the only thing that had impressed Qingcheng, was their lust for women. They tried to weep, but failed to shed a tear.