How many years ago was that old matter? She couldn't remember clearly, just like she had forgotten her name, o…
How many years ago was that old matter? She couldn't remember clearly, just like she had forgotten her name, only recalling her hero title, Yun Zhongjun.
That night, observing the stars, she predicted a possible meteor shower and eagerly awaited it. But the autumn chill, combined with fatigue from recent travels and studies, had made her ill. She was burning with fever. Old Zhan wanted to persuade her to stay inside and rest, but she had always been notoriously stubborn. How could she miss a meteor shower? Who knew when the next one would come?
So she stubbornly led the way, with Old Zhan following behind, carrying bedding, a hot water bottle, and medicine pots. When they finally reached the spot, they huddled together for warmth. But it was so warm and comfortable that she unknowingly fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke, the sky was already light. Old Zhan had somehow started a fire, and a pot of meat and vegetable porridge was bubbling away, its warm fragrance wafting over.
"Did the meteor shower come last night?"
"It came, but we couldn't wake you."
She felt very dejected.
"But I picked this up for you. Didn't you say that when a star falls to earth, it becomes stone?"
She looked at the strange, crystal-clear stone in Old Zhan's hand and couldn't help but laugh.
"I'll have it set for you so you can wear it always. From now on, you can just reach for a fallen star instead of constantly running outside."