My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 299 - 231 You Platform Gazing at You Platform_2

Chapter 299: Chapter 231 You Platform Gazing at You Platform_2

The autumn wind swept through, scattering leaves across the sky. A woman climbed high, alone on the You Platform.

Yu Huaijin came to an abandoned ancient platform halfway up the mountain, which seemed to have been uncleaned for years and rarely visited by people, giving it a decrepit yet serene feel.

Surrounded by lush forests, the ancient platform was like an enclave, half protruding from the mountain, suspended in the air, offering a broad view and a unique landscape.

Yu Huaijin ascended the ancient platform, her shoulders slightly relaxed, yet her waist remained straight and erect.

The woman walked slowly to the edge of the platform, stopped, and crouched down, placing her food box aside, and sat on the platform’s edge.

Cool wind whistled, filling Yu Huaijin’s sleeves with mountain air, her clothes fluttering. Her frail and small frame seemed as if it could be carried away by the autumn wind at any second, lifted by the breeze.

Yu Huaijin looked down and pulled out a folded blue and white handkerchief from her sleeve, pinched it between two fingers, and gently tugged at it.

Wrapped inside was the cucumber she had previously eaten in front of Zhao Rong at the East Fence Small House.

The woman pursed her lips, her pale white hands holding the cucumber, her throat moved, her eyes slightly squinted, and then she suddenly turned her head to look around.

The next second.

Yu Huaijin raised her other hand and casually threw the handkerchief that had wrapped the cucumber behind her.

With a swish, the blue and white handkerchief was instantly swept away by the fierce wind and disappeared into the wind.

All was silent, with only the sound of the wind continuing. However, if someone with exceptionally good eyesight were looking at this secluded ancient platform from afar at this moment, the scene they would see would be the platform utterly devoid of people.

Yu Huaijin lowered her head and took a bite of the cucumber, her eyes unconsciously squinted.

Just like a kitten tasting fish for the first time.

She savored it, bite by bite.

Crisp, crisp...

The amplitude of her chewing grew larger.

Eventually, she ended up munching the cucumber loudly, just as Zhao Rong had demonstrated earlier, savoring the delicious food with big bites.

Still, the woman controlled herself, not baring her teeth, not fully imitating a man whose personality seemed at times stable and at other times capricious.

Even so, if someone familiar with her were here at this moment and saw this, they would undoubtedly stare wide-eyed in disbelief.

Yu Huaijin "boldly" tasted the common vegetable and fruit of the season, the roaring mountain wind drowned out the impolite crunching noises.

And hid this moment in the wind.

It wasn’t that she had never tasted fine foods.

Dragon liver and phoenix claws, rare delicacies—Yu Huaijin had tried them all, they were delicious, but she neither liked nor disliked them.

Yet now, this ordinary fruit from the mountain foothills, for no reason, from the first bite, she fell in love with its refreshing taste.

Yes, without reason.

Yu Huaijin ate the cucumber while squinting, looking up at the distant scenery.

Her feet dangling in mid-air swayed gently, as if pushed by the autumn wind.

This You Platform faced the direction of the North Sea, looking out, a line of blue stretched between the sea and the sky, separating her and Du You City’s countless rising and falling buildings.

A dark mass.

Just like the black tiles on the roof of the most solemn sacrificial building in the center of Linlu Academy.

Yu Huaijin opened her mouth and took another bite of the cucumber, swelling her cheeks without concern, slightly tilting her head to look at the tallest mountain peak in Du You City.

Today, You Mountain, dressed in a vivid green, clashed strikingly with the bleak, orange-yellow autumn scenery.

Yu Huaijin tilted her head slightly, swallowed a bite, and gazed at the Wangque Platform on You Mountain, her cheeks moving rhythmically.

Earlier, Yu Huaijin had heard classmates at the academy mention a rumor about this Wangque Platform.

She thought it was rather boring, whether it was the person who concocted the rumor or those who believed and spread it.

Time slowly passed.

The cucumber in the woman’s hand kept getting shorter, even though she was eating it very, very slowly.

But it would eventually be finished, just like this brief moment of rest.

There were more in the lunch box, but Yu Huaijin did not take any more.

Having this moment of tranquility during the climb up the mountain was enough for her.

She felt it was sufficient.

Suddenly, for some reason,

the image of a man’s gaunt face and a bunch of words she did not understand popped into Yu Huaijin’s mind. However... what did that "cold cucumber salad" he mentioned taste like?

...

In the southeast corner of Linlu Academy, there was a serene courtyard, hidden amid lush greenery.

Outside the courtyard stretched a strip of pink concrete.

At this moment, a solemn woman, carrying a lunch box, walked steadily along the light pink courtyard wall to the courtyard gate.

In front of the gate.

Yu Huaijin raised her hand, preparing to knock, when suddenly she paused, furrowing her brow and looking at the couplet above the door.

"Fortune arrives in pairs today, calamity does not come alone last night?"

Yu Huaijin lightly recited, feeling something odd about the couplet, and looked at it more closely for a while.

After a short time.

She gradually discerned the subtlety in the words.

The first four characters of both lines of the couplet were elegantly and beautifully written, with a faint ethereal beauty, akin to orchids: uniquely standing alone, pristine and elegantly understated.

This was the regular script of Yu Huaijin’s familiar teacher.

But the last three characters of each line had their particularities.

This was a style of calligraphy she had never seen before,

At first glance, it was neither fully cursive nor fully regular, seemingly indecisive.

However, Yu Huaijin, having studied with her teacher for so long, had cultivated a simplistic aesthetic appreciation.

Her gaze intensifying, she realized the script actually established its own unique school, and it was unlike any she had seen before.

It did not appear to be her teacher’s handwriting; it should not be a new style developed by him. Moreover, these characters appeared bold and uninhibited, likely from a man’s brush.

However, why would this couplet have both her teacher’s and another man’s handwriting?

Why had her teacher put up this couplet outside the door?

Yu Huaijin focused her gaze for a while longer but could not discern much else.

After all, although she was very close to Teacher Zhu, Yu Huaijin’s calligraphy skills were not very good, and besides her skepticism about whether art studies could enlighten one spiritually, Yu Huaijin initially learned classics and Confucianism from Teacher Zhu. Only later did Teacher Zhu...

Yu Huaijin slightly shook her head and directly raised her hand to knock on the door.

Dong dong dong———

"Coming." A slightly youthful voice sounded.

The courtyard door creaked open from the inside.

Inside, a small, blue-clothed girl appeared.

The girl, dressed as an Attendant Student, had all of her hair bundled under a cap, her little face plump and round.

"Sister Yu." The girl exclaimed with surprise in her tone.

Yu Huaijin smelled the fragrance of orchids and saw the courtyard filled with various exotic flowers and plants.

She withdrew her gaze, fixated on Jingzi, bowed, and softly asked, "Is Teacher here?"