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Jia Xu had already forgotten when he started seeking the famous doctor. It might have been when he passed by Embroidered Attire Tower with Guo Jia, or when he listened to the rain in the corridor, or when he saw him coughing up blood. The bright red blood lay in the palm of his hand, like a handful of rolling red beans, Jia Xu was shocked. He had never imagined that Guo Jia's body would deteriorate to this extent. Was the vow to walk together and the regret that followed unable to last even with hatred? Jia Xu couldn't accept it. Seeking the famous doctor was not a secret, and everyone thought that Jia Xu was doing it for his own leg. Only Prince Guangling had eyes that carried a knowing smile, truly a child taught by that person, even his smile was as detestable as that person's.
Chapter 26 Reconciliation
In the first year of Jia Xu's patronage of Embroidered Attire Tower, it seemed that Guo Jia was still considering candidates other than Prince Guangling. Immersed in the singing tower, he sent out forged letters one after another, pressuring Prince Guangling time and time again. It seemed that only after Prince Guangling had been honed into the sharpest sword would he relent and submit. So, Jia Xu, who was most familiar with Guo Jia, always had to help Prince Guangling break through.
Jia Xu's cunning is like the sharp tail of a scorpion, melting the poison into Guo Jia's spider web.
The following year, Guo Jia finally seemed to have confirmed that Prince Guangling was the best candidate. He hung a sign of idleness at the Embroidered Attire Tower and occasionally, the malicious Prince Guangling would arrange for Jia Xu and him to act together, turning the two from opponents to teammates.
Guo Jia came to the building the day Jia Xu arrived. Just as Jia Xu was passing by, Guo Jia turned his head and began to reminisce about their last encounter. Jia Xu had seemed frantic and uneasy, like a taut string on a musical instrument. Now, Jia Xu appeared as calm as he did back in the academy days.
As Wu Dan greeted Jia Xu and the female officials, he even nodded gently in response. Stepping over the threshold, Guo Jia thought to himself that Jia Xu's arrival at the Embroidered Attire Tower was a good thing.
Huguang After that, they rarely met. Every time they met, they were at odds, using the sharpest words to pierce each other, causing blood to flow and revealing the true color of their hearts.
In the summer of the third year, when they returned to the Embroidered Attire Tower after completing their mission, Guo Jia asked Jia Xu if he wanted to drink. Jia Xu was slightly stunned, but still nodded. Over the past year, his relationship with Guo Jia had improved a lot. They no longer tortured each other as before, but still occasionally taunted each other.
Guo Jia fell on the soft cushion and poured him a glass of wine. The wine was sweet at first, but bitter afterwards. Jia Xu loosened his grip on the cup and took a sip absentmindedly, while Guo Jia drank as if it were water, as if only after drinking could he speak softly.
In the rainy summer, with the muffled thunder, a drizzle began to fall. Guo Jia spoke in the rain, "You have improved a lot since coming to Embroidered Attire Tower."
Jia Xu "What do you mean by that?" Guo Jia held the wine cup, furrowing his brow as if he couldn't understand the meaning of his own words. Then, after slowly drinking the wine, he said, "You often compete with yourself."
Jia Xu did not deny this statement. Like Guo Jia, he drank a cup of wine. Guo Jia poured more wine for Jia Xu and continued, "Being too rigid makes you easy to break."
Jia Xu looked at Guo Jia as if he were looking at a fool, and sarcastically remarked, "Even a six-year-old child understands the principle, yet you still need to say it." Guo Jia then smiled sullenly, and as he continued to smile, he began to cough, gasping for breath, as if he were a dying person.
Jia Xu tightened his hand on his knee, watching Guo Jia's heaving shoulders, but in the end, he did not reach out.
Guo Jia's sleeves were soaked in two small lakes, and he propped up his head again to look at Jia Xu. His bright and affectionate eyes curved, and he heard him say with a smile, "Wenhe, I'm sorry."
Jia Xu coldly snorted and said, "Who needs your cheap apology?" Guo Jia poked the wine in the cup with chopsticks and asked, "What should I do? How can I coax the little old-fashioned one?"
Jia Xu said, "Let's use death to settle it." Guo Jia hung his head, doodling on the table with wine, and said, "Alright, I'll definitely die before Wenhe. When the time comes, Wenhe, don't cry for me."
Then Jia Xu remembered Guo Jia saying that tears are a heavy burden① (alright, I've written this part, let's skip it for now). Guo Jia was startled and pointed to the cobweb under the eaves, saying, "Look, Wenhe!"
Jia Xu, with Guo Jia's help, turned his head and saw a blurry vision as if he was looking at a string of connected colored lights under the eaves of an old house. When his vision cleared, he realized it was rain falling on spider webs, swaying in the wind, colorful and seemingly about to fall, bringing some comfort to Jia Xu who was originally tired of the rainy season.
He heard Guo Jia say, "Do you still remember the poem I wrote?" Jia Xu frowned and replied, "You've written so many bitter poems, who remembers."
Guo Jia smiled and said, "It's that song, the one called 'Rain Falls, Love Threads.' The green tiles are intertwined with glass, with countless thoughts of love, hoping the scene will last forever!"
Then Jia Xu remembered, it was also the rainy season. At that time, Guo Jia wrote love poems to earn some money, always talking about love. During the rainy season, he wrote this poem comparing rain to flying flowers, and was laughed at by his seniors, saying he had fallen into the mundane world.
At that time, Guo Jia propped up his head and smiled, saying, "I have always been in the mortal world."
This passage is from "Death Announcement."
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