Petals of Jiangnan

The Jiangnan region experiences frequent rainfall. Seeing the rain outside the window, those fine, silent drops, melted my heart. The raindrops left ripples on the lake in front of me. Coupled with the lotus flowers in the water, the gentle rain and the sweet fragrance of the lotus blossoms created a scene of serene contentment.

Before me lay an unfinished silk embroidery. The fine stitches, the antique wooden table, and outside the window, the beautiful lake view. I leaned against the window, resting my chin on the sill. The lake water, unlike the turbulent river, possessed a tranquility. If the river was a chivalrous knight-errant known for its martial arts, then the lake was a humble gentleman embodying the ancient Confucian ideals. Each had its own merits. My father's mansion was on the lake; he belonged to a prominent family with considerable wealth. I remember often boating and playing on the lake as a child. The rain then was gentle; the rain now is also gentle, but it doesn't feel the same as it did back then.

Where is that person now? He always wore that white robe, handsome and refined. Looking closely, he seemed like a piece of fine jade from Hetian, warm and elegant, the result of countless years of carving. He appeared in the world just so I could see him. Instantly, I felt the world had not failed me. His name was Qin Yin, courtesy name Su Bai, a renowned scholar. His white robe gave him a clear yet opaque air, as if he held many secrets. I wanted to explore them, but had no chance. I remember telling my father I wanted to marry him, but he coldly refused. This only fueled my curiosity, but my father wouldn't tell me anything about him.

The lake was slightly misty, lotus flowers and leaves, green and red intertwined, seemingly endlessly charming. Confined to my room, I could only stare blankly at the lake every day. Sometimes, while embroidering, I would drift off, looking at the white silk before me, and couldn't help but think of him. A perfectly good stitch, now crooked again.

Oh well, let it be crooked. He was like a gentle breeze, entering my heart the moment I saw him. Or perhaps, in every generation, there is no shortage of talented men, but beautiful women are few and far between. I know I am not a beautiful woman.

So be it. Such a gentle and talented man, just one glance is enough.

In a daze, a white robe, is it plain or flamboyant?

How could someone as swift as the wind stop for me?

Qin Yin's gentleness reminds one of the increasingly powerful Qin in the west. Although it has not moved, a fierce tiger is entrenched in the west, silently sharpening its claws to announce its existence. In some ways, the Qin people are the same as the Qin people. In many other ways, they are majestic and fierce, but the Qin people have also produced many talented men.

The saying "a gentleman is like the wind" must be like this.

Chapter 1: Hidden Sword West Lake

The sky here is always misty, and Qin Yin, who has been here for three years, has now gotten used to the weather. He sits kneeling on the mat, holding a bamboo scroll in one hand and a teacup in the other. His slender, fair fingers hold the crystal pottery, a specialty of Chu. A pale white ceramic cup was held in even paler fingers. The bluish-green tea steamed, filling the room with its aroma. Opposite him sat a tall man, exuding masculinity; clearly, he disliked the kneeling posture.

Bai Yang, courtesy name Congchen, was a chivalrous swordsman and Qin Yin's friend. His imposing physique had once fought against the northern Xiongnu in the Yan army. For some reason, he chose to leave Yan. Bai Yang thought for a moment, then simply sat down on the mat, refusing to imitate the affected posture of the gentle man opposite him. He couldn't do it. Knowing who he was and what he was fighting for was enough. Knowing too much would only cause more trouble.

"Congchen, are you not used to the weather here?" Qin Yin's voice was as clear as the clinking of two jade pieces, carrying a hint of otherworldly elegance.

"I won't stay in Chu for long." Bai Yang picked up a few plums from the fruit plate on the table and put them in his mouth; they were sweet and sour. "To be more precise, if it weren't for you, Qin Subai, I wouldn't even have planned to come to Chu."

"Chu is too peaceful?" Qin Yin put down the bamboo scroll and clenched her fist in the air. A sharp whistling sound rang out. "Cong Chen, you're too warlike."

"Not warlike? Living like this in Chu, like this?" Bai Yang's voice was cold. "Peace isn't bad, but peace in this chaotic world is nothing but a castle in the water."

"I've seen it."

"Seen what?"

"A castle in the water." Qin Yin's slender finger pointed south. She said softly, "Go south, thirty li, the residence of the Ji clan of Chu, built on a lake." As she spoke, a gentle smile appeared on her face. "It has existed for over one hundred and fifty years."

Qin Yin stood up, opened the window, and looked at the misty rain outside.

“Cong Chen, you only see this as a chaotic world, but you don’t realize that peace is all the more precious in this chaotic world, so precious that you dare not accept it.”

“So what if it’s a chaotic world? This precious peace is worth accepting. Just like the Ji clan’s floating pavilion, even though it could be destroyed at any moment, it proves that it existed. This chaotic world has lasted too long. So long that we’ve forgotten about peace.”

Bai Yang looked at the ethereal figure with his back to him. A hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes as he said, “You’re running away. In this chaotic world, you only want to enjoy the peace, but you can’t see how many more people are suffering.”

Hearing Bai Yang’s words, Qin Yin’s laughter sounded desolate.

"Cong Chen, I ask you, you say this, but can you end this chaotic world? We use all our strength to protect others, robbing the rich to help the poor, but in the end it's all in vain. You've used all your strength in this era, but you can't change anything. The one who can end this chaotic world must have a sufficiently powerful army and the courage to do so."

"But we have none of those. Robbing the rich to help the poor, the name of chivalry—is the wealth of those we plunder just blown in by the wind? Is it the hard work of their ancestors, yet it fulfills our so-called chivalry?"

"Cong Chen." Qin Yin leaned against the window, the misty rain of Jiangnan behind him. A light mist stained his white clothes, his handsome face hidden in the shadow of the window, only his pair of sparkling star-like eyes fixed on the white sun.

"Give up. In this chaotic world, neither you nor I can contribute."

"Su Bai, why are you so sure?" Bai Yang asked softly.

"Our martial prowess is strong, but pacifying the world requires more than just martial strength. Besides, we don't have the qualifications to compete. From the beginning, we were destined to be eliminated."

Qin Yin's voice carried a hint of melancholy. She gently walked up to Bai Yang, her fair hand grasping his calloused hand. She asked, "These past years, you must have been very tired outside. Seeing my room, I knew you had questions. Ask away. I'll answer everything."

Bai Yang felt the long-lost warmth of her hand. He swallowed hard.

"Where's the sword?"

"I threw it away. I don't need a sword now." Qin Yin's bright eyes were fixed on Bai Yang. Her warm fingers gently stroked his face. Finally, her jade-like face approached Bai Yang's. A pair of crimson lips kissed Bai Yang's full lips. The two embraced. Kissing each other, the pent-up emotions of years apart melted into their long kiss.

After a long while, their lips parted. Qin Yin said gently,

"That sword may be sharp, but I feel that you are sharper than it. Bai Yang, we haven't seen each other for so long, and the first thing you do is question me. It hurts me."

...

Qin Yin's body shone with a jade-like radiance. A few scars marred her naked body, but they marred her beauty. However, nothing in this world is perfect. Yet, in his eyes, there was only one perfect existence. Bai Yang's skin wasn't as fair as Qin Yin's, but it exuded a strong aura. Beneath this aura, the scars covering his body gained a certain charm, yet also pained Qin Yin.

"Sure enough, you have more scars now." (P.S. Revisiting BL fanfiction made me feel like the sky had cleared up considerably. BL is truly the way to go! I've already posted about heterosexual relationships, sadomasochistic romance, heavy content, and lesbian relationships. Here's another BL story for you all to enjoy.) Go ahead and complain if you want, I'm not going to listen anyway.

Qin Yin's soft fingers traced the wounds.

"You don't hurt anymore, but my heart aches. Cong Chen, the more wounds you have, the more wounds my heart suffers. Everything about you is connected to my heart."

Bai Yang gently embraced the beautiful woman before him, his voice soft.

"Su Bai, I've missed you too, but you've changed so much these past few years. I can no longer imagine you as the legendary swordsman you once were."

Bai Yang's heavy, hot breath brushed against Qin Yin's collarbone, causing her body to flush slightly.

"Bai Yang, I want to live a peaceful life with you, a life without swords." As she spoke, a hot tear fell onto Bai Yang's body.

Even knowing he wouldn't give up, she still tried to persuade him. Qin Yin already knew his answer. The silent refusal didn't signify agreement, but rather a resolute denial.

The two, reunited after a long separation, each carried their own thoughts, yet both longed for the other.

Qin Yin felt the long-lost pain and fiery hardness from her chrysanthemum, and a soft moan escaped her gentle voice… mingled with the rain of Jiangnan, their naked bodies and heavy breathing spoke of their longing and care for each other. Two bodies of the same sex intertwined, their different voices entwined, their plaintive cries seeming to intensify the rain outside the window.

Their bodies were entwined, their sweat mingling on the dark ground, seemingly proclaiming their deep affection, each inhabiting the other.

Even a swordsman who has abandoned his sword cannot relinquish his former pride. Even a scholar who has laid down his pen cannot be forgotten. The retreat of a knight-errant is easily forgotten by the martial world, generation after generation. Generation after generation of oblivion. Simply because the martial world is too turbulent.

Chapter Two: Leaning on the Rail, a Single-Minded Sword

The lotus flowers outside the window bloomed even more brightly in the rain. Sometimes I truly envy those swordsmen, unrestrained and carefree. In the martial world, there must be chivalrous women, right?

What is the martial world like? Struggle? Romantic entanglements? Or bloody cruelty? It is said that the swordsmen of the martial world are often extraordinary in spirit. With only a sword, they paint their own picture with blood on the sharp blade; the martial world is painted by those swordsmen with their own swords.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier. Tonight, there will probably be a heavy downpour. Although there is a lot of rain in Jiangnan, it is mostly a gentle drizzle, rarely a heavy rain. Every summer, I look forward to the night rain the most. Sitting by the window, with a cup of wine in hand, I close my eyes and listen carefully. The hazy sound of water, and the sound of raindrops tapping on the tiles.

In this silence, the sound of rain becomes more rhythmic, and I sit here, fantasizing about the martial world.

My father says that the martial world is a testing ground, especially in chaotic times. Fortunately, the Chu region is still peaceful. I have no interest in the national affairs my father talks about; I want him to tell me what the martial world is really like.

And then, his father would say,

"The martial world is another battlefield. If you are powerless to roam freely, you are nothing but a wasted life. If you are powerful, then everyone will attack you."

What exactly is a swordsman like? Are they really as powerful as others say? These things are so far removed from me. I only know that someone once said that a swordsman's eyes are not only on the sword, but the sword is definitely in his heart.

Chapter 3: Quietly Watching the Flowers Fill the Sky

After a passionate encounter, the two only had eyes for each other. The turmoil of the martial world seemed to be extinguished in the rain of Jiangnan. However, after this moment of calm, the martial world would become noisy again.

Bai Yang had to leave. Before leaving, the two lingered all night. They had just met, and now they were parting again. Their feelings were intertwined in their bodies. A night of heavy rain, and their separation. Both knew that after this parting, they didn't know if they would ever meet again, or if they would never see each other again.

Bai Yang looked at the peerless man before him. At this moment, the worry in his eyes was so deep it was impossible to dispel, yet he made no move to stop him. He just stood there quietly, as if he had become one with the Jiangnan region.

"Su Bai, perhaps you are right, we don't have the power to decide this chaotic world."

"But this chaotic world has reasons for which I must contribute."

"We are all swordsmen, as long as we have a sword in our hearts, then we belong to the Jianghu."

"Cong Chen, you know. I have already abandoned my sword, and I don't want to pick it up again for you one day." Qin Yin said softly.

"If you really pick up a sword, it will be difficult to put it down again."

Bai Yang's tall figure gradually approached, his arms encircling Qin Yin's body. His lips pressed domineeringly against Qin Yin's, savoring the taste of his tongue.

Watching the man in her heart step into the drizzle of Jiangnan. His broad body in the rain was like a stubborn bamboo shoot, even if the dark earth sealed it, as long as it was given a chance, it would break through the dark soil and welcome a new world. And it would grow wildly, layer upon layer.

In a daze, she recalled the petals drifting in the spring breeze of Qi, and how the two of them had mercilessly pierced each petal with their swords.

Bai Yang walked further and further away until he disappeared from sight.

When the locust trees were in full bloom, Qin Yin stood forlornly beneath one of them, watching the petals fall, each one seemingly landing on her heart.

No one knew what had become of Bai Yang, but Qin Yin remained unharmed. She simply awaited his return.

[The End]

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