Li Qiyu abandoned the plan in her mind.
In ancient times, she couldn't talk to Song Jiaye about Zhou Donglin calmly because she was afraid Song Jiaye would get angry.
In modern times, she still couldn't bring up Zhou Donglin to Song Jiaye calmly because she was afraid that if Zhou Donglin knew in the afterlife, he would be heart - broken.
One of them said good night and turned back into the room, while the other said "rest early" and closed the door.
When Song Jiaye was going up the stairs, looking at Li Qiyu's closed door, he suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.
Song Jiaye wasn't in a hurry to sleep. He went back to the study and planned to take a good look at this poetry collection.
However, he got a headache as soon as he opened the first page.
What on earth was this?
Not only were they all written in Chinese calligraphy, but they were also all in classical Chinese, which was extremely awkward.
Moreover, since it was a cultural relic, there were surely missing characters, which increased the difficulty of reading.
Song Jiaye never felt it difficult when he read the translated poems online before. But now, it seemed like he was reading a book from the heavens.
Forgive him. Although he was the CEO of a film company, his cultural attainments were really not up to par. He only opened one page of this poetry collection and then closed it.
How could Li Xiyu understand such a difficult book? If one wasn't a professional archaeologist, it would be hard to translate and distinguish the content.
Could it be that because she was from ancient times, she had no problem reading it?
The little details in life seemed to verify what Li Qiyu had said. The credibility of the time - travel story was increasing in Song Jiaye's mind.
Song Jiaye rubbed his temples.
Since Li Xiyu lost her memory, he had changed too many of his principles.
In the past, he would surely think that those who believed in time - travel were fools.
Unexpectedly, he had become such a fool himself.
Forget it.
He'd better wait until Li Xiyu woke up tomorrow and ask her what was going on.
Song Jiaye got up unusually early. But when he went downstairs, Li Qiyu had already finished a set of Taijiquan.
Song Jiaye still had that poetry collection on his mind. He asked, "I don't understand some parts of this poetry collection. Have you understood it?"
Reading that poetry collection was as easy for Li Qiyu as a modern person reading a diary. She was even surprised. Wasn't Song Jiaye supposed to be very smart? What was there not to understand?
Li Qiyu didn't want to dampen Song Jiaye's enthusiasm. She asked, "Now?"
Song Jiaye originally wanted to say that they could find some other time. He was even ready to go to work after breakfast.
But now it seemed that God had deprived him of the right to refuse Li Qiyu.
What came out of his mouth was, "Sure."
Li Qiyu was worried about him.
"Aren't you going to work today?"
There were a bunch of things waiting for Song Jiaye to handle. He didn't even need to think about it. If he didn't go to the company today, his secretary would blow up his phone.
However, at this moment, his answer was, "It's nothing important. I can handle it at home."
Song Jiaye's heart was fighting with his mind. Emotions and reason were entangled. There were many voices in his head persuading him to be rational, which annoyed Song Jiaye.
Li Qiyu didn't understand the affairs of the company. She simply thought that since Song Jiaye said it was okay, it really was.
Song Jiaye and Li Qiyu sat side by side on the sofa. Song Jiaye took out the poetry collection. Li Qiyu opened it and asked, "Mr. Song, which part don't you understand? I'll explain it to you."
Song Jiaye closed the poetry collection and pointed to a small line of words on the cover.
"I don't understand this part."
Was this just "not understanding some parts"?
This was like not understanding the whole book!
Fortunately, Li Qiyu was quite patient. Moreover, whenever she thought of how patiently Song Jiaye had helped her before, her annoyance dissipated a lot.
Li Qiyu explained, "This small line of words represents the completion time of this book."
"Should the completion time be written on the cover?"
"Of course."
"What's the significance?"
"Maybe it's to prove that one has read it. You modern people call this kind of behavior 'check - in'." Li Qiyu said self - deprecatingly, trying to explain the problem in a way that Song Jiaye could understand.
In fact, writing the date on the cover was a very serious matter. It was a custom in the Mu Dynasty. Some people even wrote down the time when they first read the book. The date was as important as the signature.
Moreover, modern people might think this was like a "poetry collection", but in ancient times, it was just a record book used to write down all kinds of things in life. It could hardly be regarded as a book.
However, because it was so ordinary, Li Qiyu had ignored this small line of words before.
Since this book had been in the ancient tomb for so long, the cover was naturally tattered.
So, Li Qiyu could only vaguely see "Recorded on X year X day", but there was no record of when it was completed.
Could it be that this poetry collection was unfinished?
However, judging from the structure of the poems, this poetry collection was quite complete!
"East Forest is prosperous, Spring Yu can perch."
Wasn't this the ending? Was there more to the story?
Was it recorded in another book? Or did Zhou Donglin encounter some misfortune before he could finish writing, which made it impossible for him to write poems ever since?
Li Qiyu's mind was full of wild thoughts.
What on earth had Zhou Donglin experienced in ancient times had become something that Li Qiyu was extremely eager to know.
Of course, Song Jiaye didn't know Li Qiyu's current mental breakdown. Seeing that Li Qiyu stopped after saying a couple of words, he wondered and asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Qiyu came back to her senses, with a pale smile.
"Nothing. I just thought of something. Let's continue."
Saying so, Li Qiyu reached out and opened the first page.
She was so familiar with the words on this page that she could recite them without even looking.
"At thirty, I've achieved nothing. I can't obtain what I seek, can't love who I want, can't protect what I cherish.
All that's left is regret. I regret not having acted earlier.
My words were once hard to speak. Now I write them down with a pen. The text may not carry my aspirations, but the chapter records my feelings.
A few words are entrusted to the wild geese, a single character conveys my yearning. If there's an afterlife, I hope you'll open this letter. May you be well."
As Li Qiyu read, her voice choked. Her index finger stopped at the line: "I hope you'll open this letter. May you be well."
This was a love letter from Zhou Donglin to her across a millennium.
Thinking of this, Li Qiyu felt heart - ache.
It was she who had married someone else first. It was she who had made Zhou Donglin wait for a lifetime, protect her for a lifetime, and she had been so careless that she didn't even know. She had been trapped in the mire of a man who didn't love her and couldn't extricate herself.
However, he had no complaints at all. He never said a single harsh word about her in the poetry collection. Even when choosing his words, he was protecting her.
He said, it was all his fault. It was because he hadn't expressed his feelings in time that they had missed each other.
He said, it was all his fault. It was because he hadn't protected her well that she had suffered.
He said, he told her his heart, not asking for a response, but only hoping that she would be well.