The tragedy goes wike this...I repaired the system, installed the software, connected to the Internet, and thought that I was terrific. So I bounced around on QQ for a while, but tragedy struck in the midst of joy; I’d just been smug for fifteen minutes when the display screen died completely. After tinkering for a while, I identified that it was a problem with the hardware, which was out of the scope of my capabilities, and decided to call the customer support hotline tomorrow...

Also, Huaidao reopens today~

Chapter 53: New Year’s Celebration

Wen Kexing did as he had promised. He had mounted that large boulder there, made a pleasant-sounding claim that he wanted to take his time writing an epitaph for Old Master Long, and actually “took his time”--like he was embroidering, he carved only ten or so words every day, and even had to scrutinise them from all directions. The lines had to rhyme, the words had to be even and straight, and the script had to be sophisticated. Once he was done writing, he even had to take a few steps back to admire it on his own--with his hands behind his back, his head bobbing in self-affirmation, it was as if he thought himself a living Li Bai or Du Fu.

And then there was actually taking a look at what he had written. He had written plenty, but had gone to town with his creativity and wandered tens of thousands of miles off topic--if he were writing up a contract to purchase a donkey, not even a single hair of the animal would be mentioned within its three long-winded pages. Even Zhang Chengling, upon seeing it, thought that Senior Wen had most probably been too focused composing this epitaph, to the extent that he had forgotten about Old Senior Long.

Zhou Zishu had started wandering the jianghu at a young age, and had always been built tough, able to withstand a beating. After two days of being weak and frail, he resumed his liveliness, and tortured Zhang Chengling by making him train along the tops of walls in the small courtyard of this manor in the mountains. The hardship was beyond words, but the little youth, for fear that his shifu declared his injury healed and that they leave, dared not to gripe one bit.

But it was most likely that this winter was too cold. Even Shuzhong had frozen over, its humans and critters alike a little too lazy to move, and Zhou Zishu had really forgotten about the matter of leaving.

They celebrated the Laba as it passed, then the Lesser New Year[7]. Even though there were only three people in this massive manor, every day was still abound with noise and tumultuous commotion.