• Once upon of time, in the great Chinese empire, lived an old man name Shu. Shu has worked as a royal gardener for the Emperor of China for most of the years of his life. Shu was man of his word and had a kind heart.

    One day, when Shu had just finished arranging the flower bed, Xi, a twelve year old boy came to him with a rather interesting message. Shu found Xi when he was just four on the snow covered streets of China alone and on the verge to collapse from hunger. Since then, Shu has raised him as his son and taught him everything Xi knows today.
    "Papa! Papa!" Xi yelled from the distance as he jumped onto his foster father's arms.
    "Xi, my son. What brings you here?"
    "Papa, did you hear? Did you hear about the emperor's pet?"
    "Huh?"
    "A nightingale, papa. Every night, from this very garden, a nightingale sits on the window sill to the emperor's royal room and sings it's lovely music to him."
    "Really?" Shu had heard something of the sort but he never really payed any attention.
    "Yes. Such beautiful sounds. Travelers from around the world come exclusively here to listen to it's chirps."
    "Well that sounds wonderful. Hey Xi, how about if you and I stay up tonight to listen to the lovely bird. What do you say?"
    "Great idea!" Xi smiled that big grin which Shu returned with a nice gesture. Shu looked up at the evening sky and sighed.
    "A nightingale?" He wondered.

    ... To be continued.