That evening, after 'he' finished 'his' consultation, 'she' did not go to the clinic door next door to pick 'him' up as usual. 'He' returned to 'his' private residence alone and found 'her' engrossed in a book at the large table in the hall, with a teapot on the table, completely unaware of 'his' return.
'He' tiptoed to 'her' back, "What are you reading?" 'He' suddenly leaned on 'her' shoulder, poking 'his' head from 'her' back, 'his' face almost touching 'her' cheek.
"Ah...?" 'She' turned 'her' head and almost bumped into 'his' face, giving a small cry, "Dear, you're back..." Since their cheeks were so close, 'her' cheeks instantly turned pink.
"A poetry collection..." 'He' looked at the page 'she' was reading.
"Dear, do you know Cao Zhi?"
"Yes, a great talent during the Three Kingdoms period."
"He's amazing! He composed a poem in just seven steps!" 'She' said excitedly.
During the Three Kingdoms period, Emperor Wen of Wei ordered his brother Cao Zhi to compose a poem within seven steps. If he failed, he would be severely punished. Cao Zhi composed the famous poem "Born from the same root, why slaughter each so frightfully" within seven steps.
"Well, if someone has a knife at their neck, they can squeeze out poems and such when they're desperate..." Thinking 'she' didn't pick 'him' up today because of Cao Zhi, 'he' felt a bit jealous and casually said so.
"Dear, why are you saying that about him?" 'She' pouted, frowning slightly at 'him'.
"Ah? Are you unhappy?" 'He' realized 'he' had said the wrong thing.
"Hmph!" 'She' pouted and turned 'her' head away.
"How about this, I, the great talent, compose a poem for you?" 'He' laughed awkwardly, trying to salvage the situation.
"Really?" 'She' immediately turned 'her' head, widened 'her' eyes, and looked at 'him' with a bit of surprise.
'He' thought, in a past life 'he' was also a great literary figure, what's a bit of poetry?
"Wait for it!" 'He' closed 'his' eyes and thought for a moment, "Hmm..."
"How is it?" 'She' stared at 'him'.
"Hmm..." 'He' looked up 15 degrees and continued to think.
"How is it?" 'She' continued to stare at 'him'.
"There's no inspiration here, how about we try the garden..."
"Really? If you don't think of it, no dinner for you!" 'She' threatened 'him' with a mischievous smile.
"Ah...?" 'He' laughed bitterly.
"Let's go!" 'She' was already impatient and walked to the door leading to the garden.
Stepping out the door, 'he' saw the large garden bathed in the orange, red, yellow, and green light of the setting sun. 'He' walked while looking at the garden scenery and thinking with 'his' chin in 'his' hand. 'She' followed closely, "Dear, did you think of it?" 'She' interrupted 'him' soon, 'he' thought, how could there be inspiration like this?
"How about you sit in the pavilion over there, and I look from here to see if there's any inspiration?"
"Okay!" This time 'she' cooperated quite well and quickly sat down on the stone chair in the pavilion.
Looking at 'her' beautiful figure in the pavilion under the setting sun, recalling 'their' past, the green, red, and yellow garden in front of 'him', and what 'he' wanted 'her' to understand about the truth of the world, 'he' suddenly had inspiration. "Got it!" 'He' hit 'his' palm with 'his' fist, "Ah? Dear, did you think of it?" 'She' looked at 'him' excitedly. 'He' nodded and quickly walked to the pavilion, holding 'her' hand back to the hall, quickly taking out a brush, ink, inkstone, and a piece of paper, spreading it on the large table in the hall. 'She' helped 'him' grind the ink, 'he' thought about how to start, the ink was ground, and 'he' started to write quickly.
Blossoming and withering
Blossoming and withering
Sitting on balcony and watching moon
Frost and snow blowing over the ground
Scenery not charming but people fascinated
When will her bright eyes cease to stare
Suddenly looking back
Suddenly looking back
Came with breeze, leaving with falling leaves
If people sentimental, even grass appear sad
She looks back and scene changes
Will wind and dancing flowers ever rest
'She' looked at the poem and was shocked, "My dear, I didn't expect you to be so..." 'She' looked at 'him' with a moved face, 'he' was also looking forward to 'her' next confession," You want to eat my dinner so much!" 'She' looked at 'him' with tears in her eyes. In fact, 'she' admires him in her mind, but 'she' wants to tease 'him'. "That's it..." 'He' looked at 'her' in confusion as she turned around to prepare dinner. 'She' was happily cooking while cooking.
The next day, 'she' secretly sent someone to take the poem to a framed shop in the county town and choose the highest-grade sandalwood frame. After it was completed, 'she' hung it on the wall in the most conspicuous place in the hall. Whenever she had the opportunity, she would thank 'him' and say that it was a work that 'he' had written in order to eat the dinner that 'she' had cooked by himself.
