As time passed, he slowly adopted to this atmosphere and didn’t think too much of it. He poured tea for the middle aged woman and himself, and then drank from the cup. Both of them were silent as they listened to the crickets in the Herb Garden. Slowly, his mind calmed and wandered off.
Only until then did he realize that he had always liked quiet and was used to quiet.
He never liked to talk much when he was little.
Only until he arrived at the capital did he really started speaking to others. He spoke with Madam Xu, Shuang Er, and Lady Mo Yu for some particular reason. After Tang Thirty Six came to Tradition Academy, he showed his true self and talked all day and
Chen Chang Sheng had no choice but to talk back.
He was tired out from all the conversations.
There was no rule saying that when two people sit together, they must speak.
Sometimes it’s fine to just sit there quietly.
Even if they need to converse, they don’t need to speak. A simple gesture will suffice.
It was as if he returned to Xi Ning Village. He was with his senior near the river behind the old temple. They were reading the Scrolls of the Way with the help of starlight. When they read up to a confusing part, they would gesture each other to communicate, then they would continue reading silently.
The river was just like Herb Garden at this moment. It was quiet. It was comfortable.