Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com

The Most Majestic You

Chapter 37 Part 2

She ran into the bathroom, took off her wet clothes, and took a hot

shower.  Surprisingly, her parents had already gone to bed, rather than

wait to give her further instructions.  Even more unexpected, she found

her grandma in the study with her reading gla.s.ses on who waved to her

to come over.

Grandma’s study had a piece of j.a.panese style tatami.  Qianxi kicked

her sandals off to kneel down on the tatami like a little puppy.  She called

her with a smile,  “Grandma~”.

“Ai, you’re a grown up now, but you still don’t know how to sit properly.”

“Ooh…...grandma, what are you reading?”

Qianxi reached for the desk and bent down to look at it.  It was a magazine

only young men would like to read,

.

She suddenly had the impulse to palm her face…...only a pa.s.sionate

young teenager would read this kind of magazine.  It was kind of embarra.s.sing

to let grandma, who was an eighty year old intellectual, to read it.  She

grabbed the magazine, quickly closing it.  “Grandma!  Just ask me any

question you might have right now.  Don’t read this!”

“Why did you close my magazine…...I think it was pretty good reading.”

Qianxi insisted on holding the magazine tightly, refusing to let go.  Grandma

finally compromised and smiled.  “Are you shy?”

“......”  Qianxi lowered head silently.  She happened to see the cover of the

magazine.  The t.i.tle for Xu Jimo’s interview was in the largest font on the

cover page.  She bit her lips and finally summoned up the courage to raise

her head.  “Grandma……”

“Uhm?”

“You, dad, and mom…...what do you think about him?”

“You need to ask your parents.  As for me, I don’t understand what's popular

among young people anymore.”  Grandma took off her gla.s.ses and smiled.  

“But grandma likes him. He isn’t frivolous and is motivated, that’s enough for

a young man.  As for what profession he’s in and how successful he is, those

are all minor issues.”

“Grandma was old-fas.h.i.+oned and stubborn when I was young.  Grandma was

sorry for what had happened to your aunt.  Now I let you young people decide

for yourself.”  Her hand, which was full of wrinkles, stroked Qianxi’s hair a

couple of times.  She gently said,  “Grandma’s confident in my little Qianxi’s

good taste.”

Qianxi, moved by her words, embraced her grandmother.  They talked deep

into the night.  She went back to her room only after grandma was readying

to go to bed.

She lied on her bed to check her cell phone.  As expected, there wasn’t any

new messages.

He simply didn’t have the habit of reporting to her his whereabouts at all.

Somewhat gloomy, she messaged him. “Are you back to base yet?”

Qianxi went to open the drapery on the window.  The rain outside seemed

to grow heavier and heavier.  The leaves of the paG.o.da tree in the yard rustled.

Standing in front of the window, she messaged again.  “Did you find ten

thousand creeks or hundreds of thousands of creeks?”

“No.  I am still downstairs.”

! ! !

Qianxi stood on her tiptoes and leaned on the window.  She saw a familiar

car parked outside the yard.  She sent a string of exclamation marks.  “What’s

wrong with you?”

But Xu Jimo replied very slowly.

The screen displayed that he was typing.  It was on and off, he typed for what

seemed like ages.

She waited patiently.  What came were a few short messages-- --

“I had to act as if I was calm earlier, but actually I felt like I was playing the finals.”

“I have never gotten wet from the rain for anybody.  And I have never gotten

soaked from the rain and still missed that person.”

“I promised your parents that I will wait for you.  It doesn’t matter whether you

plan on staying abroad four or five years, or even longer.  I will always wait for

you.”

“So I’m getting used to the feeling of waiting for you.”

The messages appeared on screen line by line.

They weren’t in any particular order.  It seemed like he was only typing whatever

came to mind.  But her mood was rose and fell with each sentence like the waves

on the ocean.

Her phone continued to ring.

“I will wait for you regardless of wind and rain.”

He said.

There was lump in her throat, tears began to well up in her eyes. It seemed that

soon her eyes would pour rain for him too.

This was the key problem.

Two people from different worlds.  They met because they were at the same

intersection of two roads, but they would continue to keep walking on their own

chosen path.  They didn’t know where their next intersection would be.

Neither of them was willing to give up their own dreams and so they had to

tolerate the separation.

But she was quite an attached child.  She would rather drag him to city hall for

a wedding certificate whenever she was made fun of by her cousin and her

husband.  She wanted to be with him twenty-four hours a day.

But they had to tolerate the separation of more than ten thousand kilometers apart.

Qianxi dialed his phone as fast as she could.

The sound of rain falling filled the speaker.  They were only more than ten meters

apart, but the pouring rain on the phone sounded fiercer than what she saw.

“Three years.”  Qian gripped her teeth and said., “No matter how hard it is, how

impossible it is, I will get my degree in three years.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.”  She said,  “I want to come back as quickly as I can.  It’s not

because four or five years is very long, it’s because a lifetime is very short.  So

I won’t allow you to waste any time without me at your side.”

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com