Edited by DancingDolphinsYo
Muddleheaded, Wu Xingzi did not know how he ended up sitting down in the seat across Yan Wenxin. Lifting the teacup, he gulped down the entirety of its contents.
Changâan, that was the name Yan Wenxin gave him, and only Yan Wenxin had used that name before. During that period of time when they were together, this was how he always addressed him.
Changâan Changâan, forever, everlasting safety and peace⦠The gaze Wu Xingzi directed at Yan Wenxin could be described as complicated. Many questions ran through his head. Did Yan Wenxin look for him because of Ping Yifan? Why did he give him that perfume sachet then? Why did he call him Changâan again? These questions circled his mind non-stop, and in the end, he was unable to ask even a single one of them.
âThis is the cloud tea1 from Luâan. Do you like it?â Yan Wenxin took no notice of Wu Xingziâs hesitation in speaking. His tone was very warm and friendly, and it seemed as though the separation of twenty years did not exist. It was as though they were not even in the capital, but were still in that place and that time twenty years ago. Although the peach blossoms were gone, the same people still remained.
âUhh⦠Itâs nice, itâs niceâ¦â Wu Xingzi shook his head, drinking another cup of tea.
Huaixiu, who had been standing by the side, had brought Mint and Osmanthus away at some unknown time. When he returned, he placed an exquisitely made food container in front of Wu Xingzi.
âThis is a snack that I got someone to make at home. Try it?â Yan Wenxin opened the container as he spoke. When Wu Xingzi glanced inside, he could not help but gasp lightly.
In the container was not a snack that was very delicate and fine. Inside were a few small, round pieces of pastry, each with a peach blossom print on top, with light powder scattered across the skin of the pastry. Half were fried and half were baked, and the fragrance of the pastries filled their noses, carrying with it a hint of the fragrance of peach blossoms. Each pastry was only a quarter the size of oneâs palm, a perfect, bite-sized piece.
This snack was named âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ, the meaning very explicit. It was a flaky pastry made with lard and peach blossoms, and in the middle was a thin layer of maltose with the flavour of peach blossoms mixed into it. The flavour was rich and decadent, the texture thick yet not sticking to the teeth. With the extremely delicate and flaky pastry, it felt as though one was savouring an entire forest of peach trees when chewing on it.
This snack was a signature of an old pastry shop in Goose City. It was delicious and contained good ingredients, but its price was affordable to the people. The fried version was cheaper, and one coin could buy about seven of them. The baked version was a lot more expensive, and one needed to pay eight coins to buy two. Twenty years ago, Wu Xingzi would always bring along seven âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ to visit Yan Wenxin. He would eat three himself, and give Yan Wenxin four. Paired with a coarsely made tea bought from a teahouse, even the bitter, astringent tea tasted a lot better.
As the two people ate the fried âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ, they would discuss poems and essays. Their time spent together was shrouded by the gentle sunlight, and even though their days were simple, and even a little impoverished, it felt like they were immersed in honey.
Wu Xingzi suddenly recalled one of those days. That day, it was raining, and the days were close to winter. Although the temperature in Qingcheng County did not become cold very quickly, in the bouts of drizzles, the wind too turned bone-chillingly cold.
That day saw the last batch of âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ being fried. The boss of the shop put up a notice, stating that their store of peach blossoms had already been used up, and the sale of this pastry would be stopped until the next year, when the peach blossoms bloomed again. On the streets, people snatched and cleared out the last batch available, leaving only one behind. Wu Xingzi did not care for anything, and in a rare moment for him, he shouted, âIâm buying it!â
The boss jerked upon hearing his shout, nearly dropping the tray of freshly baked green bean cakes in his hands.
It was a puzzle coming up with a solution about how this lonely little âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ should be priced. As the boss was familiar with Wu Xingzi, with a wave of his hand, he packed it up and gifted it to Wu Xingzi directly.
Grabbing the still-hot âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ, Wu Xingzi ran down the street with an umbrella in his hand. Because of his work at the magistrateâs office, he had ended up arriving at Goose City a little late today, and he was very worried about Yan Wenxin missing him.
As expected, when he was near Yan Wenxinâs little house, Wu Xingzi saw a tall and slender figure leisurely standing under the eaves, by the door. It was unclear which direction he was looking at.
âZaizong-xiong, Iâm late.â Wu Xingzi hurried over. Not paying attention, he stepped into a shallow ditch. With a stumble, he nearly fell flat onto the ground.
âBe careful!â Yan Wenxin too noticed him. He rushed forward, holding out his hands, and managed to pull Wu Xingzi into his arms.
âAiyah!â The tip of Wu Xingziâs nose bumped into Yan Wenxinâs shoulder. In an instant, it felt as though his entire face was aching. His eyes turning red, his tears nearly rolled out. However, he did not have time to spare to rub his aching nose, and his eyes, full of regret, were fixed on a little oiled paper bag lying in the ditch⦠It was âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ, and it was now soaked with dirty ditch water.
Without steadying himself, Wu Xingzi hurriedly bent down, wanting to pick the paper bag up. However, Yan Wenxin stopped him.
âForget it. Since itâs already dirty, why donât we offer it to the land? Worms and ants and gnats are lives as well, and feeding them will bring you good fortune too.â Yan Wenxin undid his front lapels, tucking Wu Xingziâs cold and wet hands inside. âHurry up and come inside. Look at how cold your hands are. Why arenât you taking care of yourself properly?â
A warmth seeped through Wu Xingziâs hands, and the heat travelled upwards, along his blood vessels, turning his face red.
He mumbled in response, âItâs fine, my body is very healthy. Zaizong-xiong, you donât have to worry about me.â
Hearing that, Yan Wenxin turned back to look at him, then straight about brought him into the house and handed him a cup of tea before speaking sternly, âIâm happy to dote on you.â
Wu Xingzi was first stunned, then shyness took over him. His fingers trembled slightly, almost to the point where he could not hold onto the cup. He emptied the cup down his throat, before finally looking up with a blush as he said seriously, âIâm also happy, happy to treat you wellâ¦â
Yan Wenxin did not respond, and Wu Xingzi was too shy to say anything more. Bowing his head, he quietly listened to the rain pattering down outside. The small quiet room made it seem as though there were only the two of them in the entire world. It was not scary, instead it made them feel tranquil and assured.
A beat later, Yan Wenxin sighed deeply, then spoke with a smile. âWhen I emerge successful from the imperial examinations, I will definitely bring Changâan to buy an entire basket of baked âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ and we can try it.â
âAiâ¦â Wu Xingzi thought that he had long forgotten about such minute matters, but it turned out that they were still so clear in his mind. The next year, Yan Wenxin had headed to the capital for the examinations, but in the end, he still was unable to buy a basket of âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ. He owed the county a sum of money, and was earnestly saving up his entire salary, except for the amount he needed to live, to pay off his debt. Even the fried âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ that cost one coin for seven pieces was too expensive, and he naturally never ate another pastry like this again. Five years after that day, the eldest son of the pastry shop boss opened a shop in some big city up north. Apparently the business was booming to the point where they were extremely busy, and along with wanting to have his parents nearby to support them, the son moved the entire family away.
âI had thought that in this lifetime, Iâd never have the fate to eat this againâ¦â Wu Xingzi exclaimed quietly as he carefully picked up a piece of âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ. Hesitating for some time, like a mouse, he finally bit into it with his front teeth and started chewing.
This was baked, its outer covering made of delicate pastry layers. It was soft and flaky, and did not crumble when bitten into. The moment it landed on the tongue, it would melt. It was not sweet nor sticky, and the fragrance of the peach blossom filled oneâs senses.
So it turned out that a baked âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ tasted like this. It was no wonder that it would cost eight coins just for two.
Yan Wenxin saw that Wu Xingzi was enjoying it tremendously, and so picked one up to savour as well. It was another bout of silence, as Wu Xingzi ate one piece after another. In the blink of an eye, he finished the entire box of âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ.
âChangâan is just like how he was in the past.â Yan Wenxin laughed lightly, his expression reminiscing. âYour appetite is clearly not small, but because of me, you always had to suffer and hold yourself back. I felt so bad, but didnât want to say anything to make you feel distressed. Now that times and things have changed, I also have no rights to dote on you anymore.â
Another sigh was heard.
Giving a wry smile in response, Wu Xingzi took out a handkerchief to wipe away the grease on his hands. In his heart, he had also made his plan.
âZaizong-xiong, for you to look for me today, is it to reminisce over the past?â
âHmm?â Yan Wenxin smiled at him. There was not even the slightest trace of surprise in his expression, and instead, he looked very frank. âNaturally, itâs not just to talk about the past. Changâan has always been clever and nimble, and sees the world more clearly than anyone else. We have not met for twenty years, and it was I who let you down first. If it was just like that, how could I have the face to come meet you?â
Their past was glossed over just like that. Wu Xingzi felt as though millions of needles had pierced his heart. His usually mild and gentle face turned a few degrees icier, and he looked to be a little weary and listless.
âIt turns out that Zaizong-xiong still remembers.â Wu Xingzi sighed. âItâs all in the past. Zaizong-xiong, you donât have to worry about it.â
He knew that Yan Wenxin wanted to ask him about the past twenty years, but to Wu Xingzi, the past was the past, what was the point in asking about it? In the end, he had still let him down, and the debt between them could never be settled. To speak more about it was fruitless.
If he were to fall into disarray because of the past, his meeting today with Yan Wenxin would be wasted. However, to suddenly learn that Yan Wenxin did not forget their past interactions, Wu Xingzi could not help feeling a little angry. Still, with his gentle temperament, his anger was easily suppressed.
Seeing that Wu Xingzi did not take the bait, Yan Wenxin was not bothered. He did want to use their past to take hold of Wu Xingziâs heart, but anyway, the person in front of him had a mild disposition, and it would not take much effort to manipulate him.
Yan Wenxin waved his hand, signalling Huaixiu to withdraw. Then, he filled up both their teacups. âChangâan is very broadminded, and Iâm truly ashamed. That year, it was I who left you. When I received the top position at the examinations, I should have written a letter to you to share the joy. However⦠Ai, the prosperity of the capital sapped my will, and my teacher too valued me and wished for me to marry his daughter. Thinking about it over and over again, how did I get blinded like this? Over the past twenty years, I keep remembering you⦠But whatâs the point in saying all this?â Yan Wenxin smiled bitterly. The aura of dignity that had been cultivated from standing in his position for so many years had now dissipated thoroughly, and he actually seemed a little dejected.
Listening to Yan Wenxin go on and on, Wu Xingzi felt a mix of emotions within him, and bitterness welled up his throat.
âZaizong-xiong, itâs good that youâre living well now.â He could not understand why Yan Wenxin was acting like this, and so could only give a few words of comfort.
âThen have you been living well?â Yan Wenxin directed a gaze of concern and affection towards Wu Xingzi, and Wu Xingzi was nearly entranced.
âItâs not too badâ¦â After all, he had the Prince of Lanling of pengornises accompanying him.
âA while ago, I saw you at Bai-gongziâs place. There was someone next to you, so it was not an ideal situation to greet you. Please donât hold any anger towards me for that.â
âNo, no, of course not. I just thought that you didnât recognise me. After all, itâs been twenty yearsâ¦â Furthermore, there were Ping Yifan and Guan Shanjin around. How was it that he would have the extra attention to give to another person?
âHere, Iâm afraid Iâll be offending you. Changâan, please pardon me.â Yan Wenxin stood up and made a slight bow.
Wu Xingzi hurriedly stood up and returned the courtesy, and he was secretly astounded.
Were they finally about to talk business? Inexplicably, Wu Xingzi felt a little excited and thrilled. No matter what Yan Wenxin and him had shared in the past, it had not mattered for a long time already. Instead, Guan Shanjin and Yan Wenxin now were at loggerheads, and Wu Xingzi had never sided with an outsider.
âZaizong-xiong, please donât remain on courtesy. If you do have any advice, Iâm all ears.â
âAh, Changâan truly hasnât changed at all,â Yan Wenxin exclaimed again. His expression turned serious, and with great solemnity, he spoke, âI have to ask, that day, Ping Yifan, the man next to you, are you really in a relationship with each other?â
âUhhâ¦â Wu Xingziâs face flushed red as he recalled the honeyed, sweet atmosphere he shared with Guan Shanjin a while ago.
When he went home, he tidied up his selection of top pengornises. Obediently, he followed Guan Shanjinâs instruction, setting Ping Yifanâs Murong Chong of pengornises on fire, despite feeling a huge regret over it. That wash of pink was really done to perfection! After that, he took Guan Shanjinâs pengornis drawing and placed it properly up on top of all the others, and there was a feeling of relief, as though things had all returned to where they were supposed to be.
Looking at how bashful Wu Xingzi was, even if Yan Wenxin were to live two lifetimes, he would still never be able to guess that Wu Xingziâs heart was currently full of pengornises. He only thought that Wu Xingzi was feeling shy thinking about Ping Yifan, exposing how deep his feelings were.
âSeems like itâs that way.â When Yan Wenxinâs brows creased together, his expression became even more dignified. Deliberating for a few moments, he finally continued, âDo you know Ping Yifanâs identity?â
âHuh?â Wu Xingzi secretly admitted that he actually knew it quite well. Picking up the teacup, he took a sip, working hard and putting on a vaguely troubled expression. âOf course Iâm aware. Heâs a person from the capital, and was born in the south of the capital, at Winding Liantang Path. His family had suffered a misfortune, but heâs clean and unstained. Now, heâs a businessman⦠Is there something wrong?â
âNo, there isnât. In Great Xia, there is someone like this called Ping Yifan, and his background is exactly as you said. However, about a dozen years ago, he had gone missing beyond the south for a period of time.â Speaking of this, Yan Wenxin suddenly fell quiet and did not continue. Silently, he poked at the red-earth stove that was heating up the water. The charcoal within was white, and the fire within was a lot milder, even seeming rather lazy.
Yan Wenxin could have been said to have perfected this skill of baiting. Despite Wu Xingzi having been prepared, he was still baited to the point where he could barely suppress his eagerness in wanting to know.
He could not help but ask impatiently, âWhat does Zaizong-xiong mean?â
âI donât mean anything, but am only curious about this matter. Has Ping Yifan ever talked to you about it before?â Their situation currently seemed like it was only a casual conversation, but Wu Xingzi was not an ignorant, foolish person, so how could he not be able to detect the instigation and provocation in Yan Wenxinâs words?
As such, he frowned, shaking his head with an expression of hoping that what Yan Wenxin said was a fluke. âHe never mentioned it before. That period of time probably is not something that he wants to recall, and isnât he perfectly fine in the capital now?â
âYouâre right. Right now, he is living pretty well in the capital.â Yan Wenxinâs eyes curved with a smile, and he changed the topic abruptly. âYou havenât had any âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ in a long time, shall I get people to prepare some for you to bring home? You can share it with Ping Yifan too.â
âHow can I trouble you?â Wu Xingzi hurriedly refused.
âAi, how is this trouble? During that time, if not for your great effort, how could I have made it to the capital to take the imperial examinations? This is only a small token of my regards.â Yan Wenxin waved his hand, summoning Huaixiu back with some unknown method. Quietly, he instructed Huaixiu to go back to the residence and ask the kitchen staff to prepare two more boxes of âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ and bring it here.
Wu Xingzi swallowed his saliva. He was on guard against Yan Wenxin, but he would never be on guard against delicious food.
While waiting for the snacks, the two people spent another two hours alone. Yan Wenxin did not mention Ping Yifanâs past again, but shared with Wu Xingzi anecdotes about famous people in the capital. His low, gentle voice was just like before, and Wu Xingzi could not help but be spellbound.
When Huaixiu returned with the snacks, Wu Xingzi saw the beautiful young man lean into Yan Wenxinâs ear and whisper something. He was not curious about what he was saying, his entire attention focused on the freshly baked âSpringâs Frequent Visitorâ instead. Unable to stop himself, he picked up a piece to eat, and it was truly tasty.
âYouâre sure about this?â Yan Wenxin suddenly said.
Wu Xingzi jerked from the shock, and he nearly choked. Quickly, he drank some tea to soothe his throat.
âYifu2, itâs definitely true.â
Was this on purpose, to let him hear them? Wu Xingziâs eyes widened, considering it for a moment. With a somewhat coy manner, he asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
âThis⦠Itâs just some idle chatter.â Yan Wenxinâs face carried a hint of a sneer. âChangâan should have heard of the Lord Protectorâs son before, right? Youâve met him too that day at Bai-gongziâs place.â
âAh, I know about him. He used to be stationed at Bastion City.â He even had a little red mole on his inner thigh, near his groin. Wu Xingzi was very familiar with him!
âHuaixiu heard that Bai Shaochang has moved into the Lord Protectorâs estate. The Lord Protectorâs wife plans to let her son and Bai-gongzi join in marriage.â Yan Wenxin snorted coldly. âSeems like theyâre playing the ultimate hand now.â
Bai Shaochang was going to marry into the Lord Protectorâs estate? Wu Xingzi froze, and his expression turned troubled.
âWhat is Changâan thinking about?â Yan Wenxin could not understand his expression, and so he had no choice but to ask.
âAhh⦠I was just wondering, since Bai Shaochang was a man, would he be considered marrying into the family?â
In the end, no one opened their mouth to answer this question.