Genji Zhisheng sat in the corridor, holding a woman's cigarette between his fingers. The glowing tip flickered in the night like a firefly. It was a pity that a firefly's glow was cool-toned, while the cigarette's glow was orange-red.
The cold moonlight shone down into the courtyard; autumn had already arrived in Japan. The tree by the pond was beginning to go bare, having dropped a great many leaves. As the withered leaves fell, the moonlight reflected on the water's surface shattered into scattered, round pieces. No wonder Chinese poets used the waxing and waning of the moon to describe the joys, sorrows, partings, and reunions of people.
The persimmon tree planted by Erii and Lu Mingfei had also begun to bear fruit. After Erii left, Genji Zhisheng began to sort through the knots of various problems. Coupled with the mundane affairs that already kept him frantically busy, he spent the night at Gen's Heavy Industries most of the time and rarely came to the courtyard.
Chapter 248