The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 136

Mei Zhuyu had been in a coma for more than a day by that time. He looked calm while asleep, just like a normal sleeper, not bewitched by anything.

Taoist Siqing placed the incense burner and other items in front of the bed, and then he started dancing in a gray Taoist robe while holding a red wooden sword. Wu Zhen felt that it looked familiar. She seemed to have seen a group of elderly people dancing similar dances in the nearby city’s market before, with young men and women singing beside them. The customs here were different from those in Chang’an. Everyone loved singing and dancing, with performances occurring in nearby cities during festivals. Wu Zhen had witnessed this twice in such a short time.

Wu Zhen watched Taoist Siqing dance with a knowing look in her eyes, thinking that this Taoist Priest must be a very popular figure at the dance party, and then she closed her eyes to avoid seeing anything. To be honest, that dance was too ugly.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in Chang’an, but not the Chang’an of today.

The reason Wu Zhen was sure that it was Chang’an twenty years ago was because of the tall building in front of her. The tall structure was beautifully decorated and brightly lit, making the surrounding trees look like jade branches. As night fell, it was extremely dazzling.

That building was called Yulou, and it was once a famous sight in Chang’an. However, that expensive Yu Tower burned down in a fire when she was eight or nine years old. Later, the old site was bought by someone, and a music house was built, which was the Yuzhao Music House that Wu Zhen often visited.

Wu Zhen stood there admiring the Yu Tower for a while, feeling that it was truly beautiful. No wonder the older people in Chang’an could not forget that tower, calling it the No. 1 Tower in Chang’an. Calculating the time, Wu Zhen was only a few years old back then. Although she had been to the Yu Tower, she was too young to remember its appearance. She did not expect that she would have the opportunity to take a closer look at that long-famous Yu Tower.

As the sky grew darker, Wu Zhen noticed that the streets around her were still crowded with people, and there were even more than before. There was a curfew in Chang’an, and people were not allowed to walk around on the streets at that time. Judging from the current situation, it should be the three days when the curfew was lifted during the Lantern Festival.

People on the street were wearing thick winter clothes. Although the weather was cold, joy was evident on everyone’s faces. The Lantern Festival was very lively that year. The hustle and bustle and lights from far and near formed an ocean. Huge lantern towers, lantern wheels, and lamp posts stood at the street corners, visible from afar. Tall wooden racks were set up on the roadside, with various flower and bird lanterns hanging on them. Some looked strange, attracting a lot of people to gather around and watch.

However, such a bustle had nothing to do with Wu Zhen because she walked among the crowd, and no one could see her.

Everywhere, people were smiling and gazing at the lights. Wu Zhen slowly searched the crowd for the person she was looking for. She did not forget why she came here, but where was her lover?

Wu Zhen tapped her forehead with her fingers, hugged her arms, and sighed. Suddenly, she tilted her head, and she suddenly froze. Under a revolving lantern not far away, there stood a small figure alone.

It was a child, no more than four years old, wearing thick clothes and wrapped like a ball—the kind that would roll out of the street if you kicked it gently. The child had two small tufts on his head, a circle of fluffy hair around, and baby fat on his cheeks, making him look very cute.

The child’s eyebrows and eyes looked familiar. Wu Zhen stroked her chin and thought, ‘No way, is this what my husband looked like as a child?’

Wearing a bright red robe and a small bun, he looked just like a girl.

The more she looked at him, the more she felt that it was her lover, so Wu Zhen walked toward the child.

On such a night, the little child stood alone under the streetlamp, frowning and looking around with a confused expression. It was obvious that he was lost from his family. Wu Zhen approached the child and examined his face carefully, but the child could not see her. His eyes passed through her and stared at the busy street in front of him, his long eyelashes fluttering.

Wu Zhen couldn’t help but laugh and lightly pinched the child’s puffy face. “He was obviously chubby when he was young, but how come he became tall and thin when he grew up?”

The child looked around for a moment, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he chose a direction and walked forward. Wu Zhen had no choice but to follow him, her hands behind her back. The child had short legs, so Wu Zhen could only accommodate him and walk slowly.

After a while, Wu Zhen saw the child suddenly stop, as if frightened by something in front of him. She looked up and saw a dark shadow in the middle of the street. The shadow had a big mouth, and its bright red tongue licked the road. The people around turned a blind eye, but the chubby child was clearly frightened. Wu Zhen squatted down to observe the child’s expression. Seeing his big eyes, tightly pursed lips, and chubby hands grasping the hem of his clothes, Wu Zhen laughed unkindly.

It turned out that her husband had been afraid of these things when he was a child too.

The child, still pinching the corner of his clothes, wore an expression that showed he was trying hard not to cry. He moved along the wall, away from the thing in the middle of the street.

On the next stretch of the road, they encountered several more monsters and goblins mixed in with the crowd. Their huge bodies blocked the way, forcing the child to turn around and look for other paths. After a few turns, the confused look on his face grew more obvious. It was clear he had no idea where he was going.

They passed by the palace wall. In front of the high wall stood more than a dozen large stages, surrounded by people. From behind the crowd, only glimpses of big hats and long sleeves from the dancers on stage could be seen. The child seemed intrigued by the excitement. He stopped and looked over curiously, but he was too short, and there were too many people. He couldn’t see anything and could only hear the occasional cheers and applause.

So, he stood there for a moment, pursing his lips and rubbing his eyes, before continuing on his way.

That curious yet disappointed look was so pitiful and cute. Wu Zhen squatted beside him. If she could be seen, she would have picked up the little boy and placed him on her shoulders so he could watch.

But unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. Wu Zhen sighed regretfully.

Somehow, the child made his way to the river. It was still very cold during the first month of the lunar year, and the wind by the river was strong, biting at people’s faces. Few people were there, and the lights were sparse. The hustle and bustle, along with the laughter, seemed far away. Standing there, one could only hear faint sounds and see blurry lights in the distance.