Eternal Painter Swordsman
142. Waiting for Festival

Note: Hello everyone, a little note yes. From now on then the background will use a modern background and also if there is a past background then it will flashback, it will, for the writing of the name also from now on will be written as Xia Xinxin (real name) instead of Huang Xinxin again huh.

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Since returning home, Xia Xinxin had been constantly thinking about the cultural festival mentioned by her best friend, Hua Yin. The more he thought about it, the more he felt impatient to meet the people who were at the Cultural Festival.

Xia Xinxin attempted to paint but in the end she could not paint anything, she could only stop at a flat line without any further ideas of the line.

Every time he painted, he would start to imagine the shadows with Huang Lixin and Ming Yue, where most of the time painting would be accompanied by the two men.

Xia Xinxin sighed and put down her brush, because of her recent habit of writing using a brush, when she had to use a pen or pencil then she was not used to it.

He held the pen awkwardly and tried to get used to it, it would be strange if he wrote using a brush and ink.

He saw that his painting was not as good as he was in the past but it was okay, as long as it could still be read clearly then he would not be too concerned about it.

Xia Xinxin took out a diary and wrote down her entire experience in some abbreviated terms, he was afraid that if this was really a dream and as time went on he would forget these memories and he would not be willing to do this. He was not willing to forget all the wonderful memories together with Ming Yue.

Somehow he gained the courage to express his feelings first to Ming Yue that day. Had he not expressed his feelings first then perhaps they would not have become lovers.

So far, Ming Yue had never let him down and had always taken good care of him. It was a pity that he could not take good care of Ming Yue.

"If there is a chance to meet you in this life then I will definitely pay all the debt of gratitude I have to you. " Xia Xinxin said with determination.

He does not believe that all this is a dream, he believes that everything he experienced is real even if it is only in book form.

Xia Xinxin wanted to deny her own feelings saying that Ming Yue and Huang Lixin were just dreams that she had during her coma but the answers she wanted to look for would she find at the cultural festival that she had been living in he will follow with Hua Yin tomorrow the day after tomorrow.

At that time then he would discover if it was true that there was the Xia Dynasty and the Jiu Dynasty, was he really really an Emperor ? Is his name recorded in the history of the Palace ?

Xia Xinxin felt her heart beating so fast somehow because she was afraid and panicked to see how it was with Ming Yue and Huang Lixin.

At this moment he sat in his own room and saw that he was wearing strange clothes, these thin clothes felt uncomfortable.

Previously Huang Xinxin's clothes had always been thick and full of embellishments on the head but at this moment only used a layer of clothing with hair that was even allowed to decompose.

Thirty years passed and he lived everything attentively, then he would definitely not forget about it so easily.

Xia Xinxin imagined that if she used the same traditional clothes as Huang Xinxin's, it would be very good, at least not even if it was all just a dream but it would treat his longing with the life inside that dream.

Xia Xinxin sighed deeply and hoped that the day after tomorrow would soon arrive and she would soon be able to figure out the truth related to her dreams and Ming Yue.

He hoped that in this life he would be able to meet Ming Yue again even if the result was sad especially since Ming Yue might forget about him and was already married to another girl he loved, she said, Xia Xinxin was still unapologetic and did not want to forget Ming Yue.

If Ming Yue really existed then it would already make her more relieved even if not with him, at least it was not a dream.

But, if all of that was just a dream then Ming Yue had actually never even existed and was just living inside her mind, it was even hurting her even more deeply compared to before.

He actually has a cell phone and he might be able to search the internet but he decided not to look for it and wait for the cultural festival to come.

"Ming Yue, if you are really real then I hope that I can meet you at least once in this life. " Said Xia Xinxin.

He thought of the painting he had last made for Ming Yue and for Huang Xinxin. Is the painting still there after as time goes by that does not know existed since when ?

Xia Xinxin lay on her bed and felt that she felt such anxiety that she could not go straight to sleep.

But, after a long while he lay down and thought of Ming Yue, his mind slowly ground into fatigue because basically, his brain needed rest from the start.

Otherwise he would have been really sick, his thinking from the beginning had already been interrupted because his body had not fully recovered.

What happens if he forces himself to constantly think without rest ? Then he will easily get sick again or even he could go back into a coma like before.

It was just that he thought of who the person who spoke to him when he died first from being locked up and tortured in prison ? Who told him and gave him the choice whether he would come back or not ?

This made him think harder before he finally fell asleep, he slept very restless and uncomfortable. He slept with several awakenings due to nightmares.

Doctors say that this is related to his emotional condition which is still not fully stable but cannot be said to be dangerous and will be able to heal with time.

Xia Xinxin's parents themselves were anxious about their daughter's condition which was constantly agitated throughout the night. They as parents how could it be just silence to see their daughter scared like that.

Every night, their daughter would scream in her nightmares.

"Don't go !"

Of course this made Xia Xinxin's parents re-telling this to the Doctor and she was given medicine to calm her emotions. That way then she became calmer but Xia Xinxin herself did not feel so helped.

He still continued to lead the slain Ming Yue right before him as Ming Yue carried him out of prison on that snowy night.

How Jiu Rui accompanied him to play snowball until the flu was famous for the cold, everything he dreamed of.

He also recalled Jiu Rui's last words hoping that if he could turn back the clock then he wanted to go back to the times when they knew each other and played snowball.

Huang Xinxin also recalled how Huang Lixin accompanied her to look for clothes and jewelry, how Huang Lixin protected her from the Emperor when she decided to help Ming Yue at the southwest border.

How Huang Lixin always supported the decisions she made and loved her was like seeing her as the real Huang Xinxin.

He would also not forget Huang Shang Yue who called him big brother in his last moment and protected him from the arrows cast by Wang Ziqi.

He would never forget how Huang Shang Yue slowly died in his arms and his blood soaked Huang Xinxin's clothes.

He would never forget about it and would never be able to forget about it, Huang Shang Yue's last look at him had always impressed so deeply in his heart.