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He didn’t dare get too close, so he found an angle where he could see behind the thicket.
Then their eyes met.
The man was astonished inside.
Looking at that snow-white hair, he knew he had stumbled upon something unusual.
The atmosphere instantly turned strange.
Neither spoke.
The man pretended not to have seen her and went back to the shelter to warm himself by the fire.
He also started roasting some frozen meat.
Soon, the aroma spread.
He hurriedly ate half of it, then placed a piece of paper on the ground by the fire and set the remaining half on it.
He didn’t extinguish the fire, but added more wood.
Before leaving, he also grabbed some firewood from his cart and put it back in the shelter.
Finally, he left.
Watch the other person walk away.
The girl finally came out and returned to the shelter.
She noticed the roasted meat on the ground.
Had that man forgotten it?
She was curious.
She continued sitting by the fire.
After about half an hour, she heard noises again.
She looked up and saw that same fellow, seemingly returning.
This time she didn’t leave; she kept warming herself.
He got closer and finally parked his vehicle by the road.
The middle-aged man sat on it, looking at her, and asked, “Are you heading to the county seat?”
The girl nodded nervously.
The man asked again, “Need a ride?”
She thought for a few seconds and then nodded again.
This was a flatbed cart without a roof, but it had sides and railings because it carried goods that needed to be kept from sliding off.
The man extended his arm.
The girl understood and grabbed it to climb aboard.
“Sit wherever you like. It’s a bit crude,” he said, pointing at the cargo.
She casually sat on a crate.
The man then went to the shelter to put out the fire.
He picked up the meat and asked, “Don’t you want some?”
She shook her head.
Alright, the man said nothing, turned the horse around, and slowly began their journey.
The man resumed humming a strange, rhythmic tune.
After a while, he suddenly remembered he wasn’t alone and stopped, glancing at the girl.
“You must be an immortal from around here,” he said, as if already certain of the answer.
The girl neither nodded nor shook her head.
Forget her snow-white hair, which was clearly not of this world.
The gap in their bearing was too wide.
Even though she wore common cloth, her noble aura couldn’t be hidden.
She was like a lotus rising from mud, utterly out of place with everything around her, as if she belonged to a different species.
That went for both her bearing and her looks.
The man had traveled the barren north and the prosperous south, seen all sorts of people over decades.
Even the most celebrated courtesans praised by poets were barely a fraction of this girl’s beauty.
Even the daughters of nobles he’d glimpsed by chance while transporting goods to Jiangnan couldn’t match a tenth of her elegance.
Forgive the man, he was half a merchant and didn’t have much book learning; these were the only adjectives he could muster.
What’s more, her attire was unusual.
Two even bangs hung on either side, and behind, her hair cascaded down to her feet.
Thick, silky, gleaming white, it piled into a sea of hair on the cart.
Stranger still, she had coiled a loop of hair on top of her head.
At first glance, that irregular circle seemed odd.
But after a second look, it was amazing that she could shape her hair into such a circle.
Of course, the most obvious sign of an “immortal” was her golden eyes, completely different from anyone else’s.
They were like a god’s or a demon’s, a holy, majestic feeling, more divine than demonic.
The man was well-traveled and recalled a dream from childhood he had once mistaken for reality.
Decades ago, when he was a child, he had glimpsed a divine figure flying by on a sword.
The red eyes and otherworldly aura had made him think he was dreaming.
Now, looking at this girl, he felt she was the same kind of being as that sword-flying deity.
She must be an immortal.
But when he noticed the axe she carried, he frowned.
He felt he might be wrong.
Why would an immortal carry an axe? It didn’t fit the legends.
Still, the man had no particular desires.
As long as he didn’t do anything offensive, an immortal probably wouldn’t harm him for no reason.
He resumed his light, rhythmic humming.
Noticing her curious look, the man explained, “This? This tune is called… I think it’s called ‘Guangling San.’ That’s what the literati call it.”
Seeing she was still puzzled, he understood and added, “This is music, making pleasant sounds, I guess? I can’t play instruments like they do. Folks like me just hum a bit. Don’t laugh.”
Sensing she didn’t dislike his humming, he continued as if alone.
After a while, he felt tired and stopped, rubbing his shoulder.
“I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling really tired lately.”
Suddenly noticing she had tightened her grip on the axe, he jumped.
“What’s wrong? Don’t scare me.”
The girl made no aggressive move; instead, she moved slightly away, as if to reassure him.
She was a bit frightening, a mysterious girl in a remote, snowy wilderness, carrying an axe.
It couldn’t be that she was going home to chop wood, could it?
The sight of her axe made him uneasy; he was always afraid of offending the “immortal” and getting split open by it.
He glanced at her, but she remained silent, still watching him.
He could only keep humming to break the awkward tension.
He kept going off-key, nervous.
In the cold, tense atmosphere, the cart traveled for another two hours.
His body stiff from cold, the man stopped the cart by another simple shelter, similar to the last one.
He lit a fire.
The girl got off and sat by the fire with him to warm up.
Seeing her curious look, he explained again.
“This… it doesn’t have a fixed name. It’s a shelter built by traveling merchants, hunters, or other strangers,” he said, telling her about the origins.
This place was too cold.
Occasionally, hunters or merchants passed through.
For everyone’s convenience, no one knew when or who started it, but simple shelters had been built along the road for rest.
They rested for half an hour.
When it was time to leave, the man suddenly went to the nearby woods, cut some timber, and stacked it inside the shelter.
Although there was no explicit rule, most traveling merchants and hunters who used these shelters would replenish the wood for the next stranger.
Then they got back on the cart and continued.
Noticing her gaze, he thought she was about to ask something.
But looking closely, he realized she seemed to be looking not at him, but behind him.
He turned around and saw nothing.
Ah, she must be looking at the horse.
So she was curious about this old friend.
So the man began telling the distracted girl stories of him and his old comrade traveling far and wide.
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