Author: hoenimochi (Page 1 of 63)

MTL and currently learning HSK

Chapter 37 – Stolen

       For so many years, Wan Mingguang’s soul had possessed this oil lamp. It was unclear whether the lamp was driven by his resentment or if his resentment had been growing under the influence of the lamp.

       Did he hate it that much? He didn’t even know it himself. He actually didn’t want the whole village to be buried with him. He was satisfied watching these teenagers die one by one and watching the whole village suffer for this.

       If it weren’t for the sudden intrusion of people like Xia Hongshen, he wouldn’t be where he is now.

       He looked at the man standing in front of him. This man was his cousin. Since when had his cousin turned grey-haired and couldn’t even walk steadily? So much time had passed, but it was as if he was always trapped in that past and couldn’t get rid of it.

       Wan Mingguang looked at Song Jun. He had noticed him since these people entered the village. This young man had very abundant spiritual power, even more abundant than the oil lamp he possessed, which made him yearn for him. This young man also knew his past; he was very anxious now, and this young man was looking at him and trying to persuade him.

       The oil lamp had been extinguished, and Xia Hongshen’s finger touched the wick. He could take back this wick at any time, but at that time, he himself would lose his shelter, and even his soul would disappear from this world completely.

       Actually, he should have expected such a day. From the day he decided to take revenge, he had already seen his own ending.

       Wan Mingguang closed his eyes. His face was smooth and handsome, with soft lines. At the same time, the wailing villagers quieted down, the burning pain disappeared, and the blisters on their bodies also disappeared.

       The surrounding fog became thicker and thicker until the figures of the villagers were buried in the fog, and the figure of Wan Mingguang standing opposite Song Jun became indistinct.

       Wan Mingguang stopped, but Song Jun could still feel his resentment. He didn’t let go of his grudge; it was just a hopeless compromise.

       At this moment, the old man standing in front of Wan Mingguang suddenly knelt down and said to Xia Hongshen, “Please let my cousin go. He was killed and he is innocent.”

       It was a pity that Xia Hongshen didn’t feel compassion.

       The old man said, “He didn’t kill those people; they were all killed by me! In order to avenge him, I bribed the medium back then. I exploited the villagers’ fear of their ancestors, forcing them to kill and collect lamp oil. It wasn’t Mingguang’s doing; it was all my doing!”

       Song Jun looked at the old man in surprise, and Wan Mingguang’s eyes began to tremble.

       The old man said, “I will pay them with my life. Please let my cousin go!”

       When he finished speaking, he bumped his head against the pillar of the ancestral hall next to him. Blood immediately spread from his forehead. He closed his eyes, slid to the ground, and died immediately.

       Wan Mingguang watched all of this in a daze, just not saying a word.

       Xia Hongshen said, “Longshao.”

       The long whip was immediately retracted and transformed into Long Xing standing next to Xia Hongshen.

       Wan Mingguang’s body lost its restraints, but he still stood motionless.

       “Do you still resent?” Xia Hongshen asked him.

       Wan Mingguang didn’t answer. He just suddenly felt confused and overwhelmed and lost the purpose of continuing to survive.

       Xia Hongshen looked at his expression and nodded. He suddenly raised his hand, dispelling the fog that filled the sky and also dispersed the ghosts who wanted to swarm him.

       Song Jun grabbed Xia Hongshen’s arm nervously, and Xia Hongshen said, “Don’t worry, I won’t eat him.”

       Xia Hongshen raised the oil lamp in his hand and said to Wan Mingguang, “Come here.”

       Wan Mingguang’s body began to shake, and his soul was leaving the body, as if he felt the attraction from the direction of Xia Hongshen, and finally slowly floated over and possessed the oil lamp.

       The body of the young man possessed by Wan Mingguang also slipped to the ground and lost consciousness.

       Xia Hongshen placed a seal on the oil lamp, then threw it to Long Xing and asked him to put it away.

       Song Jun grabbed Xia Hongshen’s hand and didn’t let go, meaning to ask him what he planned.

       Xia Hongshen told Song Jun, “I will take him out of here.”

       Song Jun was relieved when he heard this.

       As for these villagers, although they did not die of fear and fire, they would pay for the lives of so many innocent teenagers they had killed.

       Because the roads were cleared overnight, when the sun climbed up the mountain, vehicles from the county public security bureau also drove into the mountain village.

       The elder of the village and his son supported the crazy wife and came to the police to surrender.

       The county public security bureau immediately reported the situation, and the city bureau promptly sent reinforcements. Guided by the elder of the village, they unearthed more than twenty sets of remains, all belonging to those who had lost their lives at a young age. Now, only bare bones remained.

       Song Jun and the others were sent down the mountain, mainly because Song Jun’s tongue was seriously injured and needed to go to the hospital for treatment.

       While Song Jun was undergoing treatment, Xia Hongshen called Yun Po and told him that there was big business on the mountain.

       Yun Po angrily exclaimed over the phone, “Screw your big deal! Have you paid up?”

       Xia Hongshen said, “Didn’t you accept Fengliu’s money last time?”

       Yun Po yelled, “Is that your money?”

       Xia Hongshen said expressionlessly, “Fengliu is mine. There’s no question about his money.” After saying that, Xia Hongshen hung up the phone.

       Long Xing went to the small supermarket outside the hospital and bought a few bottles of water. He then gave one bottle to each of them.

       Xi Anling took the milk tea she asked for. After twisting the lid for a long time without opening it, she stretched out her hand and handed it to Xia Hongshen.

       Xia Hongshen took it and unscrewed it for her, then gave it back to her.

       After waiting for a while, Song Jun came out of the treatment room. His tongue was anaesthetised and had stitches. Although it didn’t hurt so much now, it would be difficult to eat in the coming days.

       After leaving the hospital, they went to the Public Security Bureau to cooperate with the investigation.

       They all tacitly ignored Wan Mingguang’s incident and only said that they felt that the atmosphere in the village was not normal. Later, when they went to the ancestral hall on the mountain, they discovered lamp oil mixed with human fat and were besieged by the villagers.

       The matter was settled, and their car’s tires were changed, and they drove down the mountain. At that time, although it was late, Xia Hongshen decided to drive back, even if it was going to be midnight when they returned to the city.

       On the way back, Long Xing and Xia Hongshen took turns driving.

       Song Jun was sitting in the back seat. Because he couldn’t speak, he leaned on Xia Hongshen’s shoulder and fell asleep after getting in the car. Along the way, Xia Hongshen got out to switch seats with Long Xing and drove. Song Jun then leaned on Feng Junyuan’s shoulder, continuing to sleep. Fortunately, Feng Junyuan didn’t mind his presence.

       It was indeed midnight when they returned to the city. Long Xing showed his work ID to the security guard at the school gate and asked the security guard to open the door for him. He drove the car downstairs to Xia Hongshen’s dormitory.

       Song Jun was so sleepy that he didn’t even know the car had stopped. He woke up because Xia Hongshen directly picked him up and carried him out of the car.

       Song Jun woke up suddenly and struggled to get down.

       Xia Hongshen didn’t force him; he put him on the ground and said goodbye to Long Xing and the others.

       Song Jun also walked to the car and wanted to talk to Long Xing. Unfortunately, although the effect of the anaesthetic on his tongue was over, he still couldn’t speak very clearly.

       Long Xing said to him, “I know what you mean. Go back and rest early. I will see you again in a couple of days.”

       Song Jun nodded.

       He and Xia Hongshen returned to the dormitory together. In fact, they had been in the mountain for two days, and they hadn’t washed themselves properly. Now, they had time to take a comfortable bath, but Song Jun felt too tired. He thought about changing the sheets and comforter in the morning. Once back in the room, he lay down and fell asleep immediately. As for whether Xia Hongshen went straight to his own room or not, Song Jun had no recollection.

       The next day was already Tuesday, and he only had the second class in the morning.

       Song Jun woke up and saw that it was already past ten o’clock. Even if it was for the second class, he was still late. After some hesitation, he simply buried his head and fell asleep for a while.

       After getting up, Song Jun sat on the edge of the bed and was stunned for a moment. He thought of Wan Mingguang and wanted to know what Xia Hongshen was going to do with Wan Mingguang.

       Since he hadn’t had time to take a shower, Song Jun put on the dirty clothes from yesterday and went to Xia Hongshen’s room in his slippers to knock on the door. However, no one answered him after knocking for a while.

       Bu Hui suddenly opened the door of his room and poked his head out to see Song Jun, “You’re back, Junior Brother?”

       “Senior Brother Bu,” Song Jun called out. His tongue was still a little sore, and his words were slurred. “You didn’t go to the hospital?”

       Bu Hui nodded, “Senior Brother Xia went out early in the morning. Maybe he went to work in the teaching and research office.”

       After saying that, Bu Hui walked towards him, “What’s wrong, your mouth is hurt?”

       Song Jun opened his mouth and showed him her tongue.

       “Oh,” Bu Hui said, “this poor thing, don’t talk anymore. Rest well, and have some porridge for lunch.”

       Song Jun nodded.

       In the afternoon, Song Jun took off all the sheets and quilt covers, went to the school bathroom to shower, and threw all the dirty clothes and sheets and quilt covers into the laundry room.

       After tidying up, Song Jun planned to go to the lab and meet Xia Hongshen.

       He had just come out of the dormitory when a young man passed him by, and the two of them bumped into each other accidentally.

       “I’m sorry,” Song Jun apologised subconsciously. He turned to look at the boy and saw that his skin was very white, and his hair was curly and dyed yellow. At first glance, he looked like a mixed race.

       The young man also looked at him and left without saying anything.

       Song Jun continued to walk to the Forensic Medicine building. He found Xia Hongshen in the office upstairs, knocked on the door, walked in, and asked, “Senior Brother Xia, how are you going to deal with Wan Mingguang’s matter?”

       Xia Hongshen didn’t answer, turned the swivel chair to face him, and waved for him to come over.

       Song Jun walked over and stood in front of him.

       Xia Hongshen said, “Open your mouth.”

       Song Jun opened his mouth.

       Xia Hongshen looked at the wound on his tongue and wanted to lick it for him.

       Song Jun didn’t know what he was thinking, so he asked again, “Will Wan Mingguang be punished?”

       Xia Hongshen suddenly reached out and hugged him, let him sit on his lap, rubbed his face against Song Jun’s neck, and said, “He did something wrong. Shouldn’t he be punished?”

       Song Jun felt that this position was extremely inappropriate! But he was a little reluctant to part away from Xia Hongshen as he felt Xia Hongshen rubbing his neck. He hesitated and then asked, “What kind of punishment should he receive? Although he did something wrong, in that situation, if it were me, I would probably retaliate like crazy.”

       Xia Hongshen asked him, “Then what do you think is appropriate?”

       Song Jun said, “I don’t know, at least it shouldn’t be too harsh a punishment.”

       Xia Hongshen thought for a while and said, “I gave him to Yun Po and asked him to take him back to the temple. He was suppressed in the temple, chanted Buddha’s name, practised, and washed away his sins.”

       Song Jun was a little surprised when he heard this, “Is it possible?”

       Xia Hongshen said, “Yeah.”

       The spiritual power imbued in the wick of the Thousand Years Lamp over the years persisted even after removing the wick. The lamp itself now possessed spiritual energy. Wan Mingguang’s ghost was attached to the oil lamp. All that was needed was to hand it over to Yun Po to take back to the temple. After his cultivation and merits were complete, perhaps they could guide him to another reincarnation.

       Song Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what Xia Hongshen said. He suddenly became concerned about their position. He was worried about what he would think if someone came in suddenly.

       He thought it was time to find an excuse to leave, so he reached for his phone to check the time, but when he reached into his pocket, he found that the phone was not there at all.

       Song Jun was taken aback and rummaged through several of his pockets, but he was pretty sure he had taken his cell phone with him when he went out because he stood in the corridor and checked the time when he closed the door.

       He lost his cell phone!

       Losing a phone wasn’t a huge deal; it wasn’t valuable, and the model was outdated. However, what concerned him was the phone charm Xia Hongshen had given him – it was a fragment of the Thousand Years Lamp!

       Song Jun simply didn’t dare to look at Xia Hongshen. He was afraid that Xia Hongshen would be angry if he found out about this. The piece of Thousand Years Lamp he worked so hard to find was now lost again due to his own carelessness.

       But it was impossible not to say anything. Song Jun finally made up his mind and said to Xia Hongshen, “It’s over. I lost my phone.”

       Unexpectedly, Xia Hongshen had no reaction.

       Song Jun then added, “The fragments of Thousand Years Lamp are still hanging on the mobile phone…”

       Xia Hongshen finally gave a ‘hmm’, “I know.”

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Chapter 38 – The Bloom (2)

       Bixi raised a ridiculous number of horses that Qin Yun felt like he was living back in the days before he turned 18. He brushed and fed the horses every day and took the horses for a walk. Fortunately, Moschery only had one dragon; if not, like Bixi, there would be more than a hundred Zhongyan every day… That picture was so beautiful that he dared not look at it!

       Being with horses all day long, Qin Yun wanted to learn how to ride a horse first. He found a mare that seemed quite tame and stroked the horse’s back for a long time. He almost fell asleep while waiting for the horse before he got on it.

       Bixi couldn’t stand it and looked at him, “If you’re going up, go quickly. Don’t dawdle.”

       “…” Qin Yun struggled for a long time, “I have a trauma! I always feel that I can’t ride a horse… this kind of creature.”

       Bixi was a little surprised, “Do you still remember?”

       “?” Qin Yun, “Remember what?”

       Bixi: “Your spiritual link before you were eight years old…”

       Qin Yun was horrified, “I have a spiritual link?!!!”

       “What’s all the fuss about?” Bixi sneered. “You’ve become the guide of a god-tier sentinel. How much weaker can you be?”

       Qin Yun: “…” What is this?! His 10 years as a sanitary pad were in vain!!


       Bixi was riding on the horse. She controlled the reins and let the horse pace slowly, “I worked at the Guide Research Institute of Olympus 30 years ago. At that time, the Empire was still in the early days of Helu, and Olympus had not yet become independent, but the Land of Gods had its own ambitions.”

       “God-level guide plan?” Qin Yun asked with a frown.

       Bixi sighed, and her expression became solemn, “Of course, it’s not just about a god-level guide… Gene replication, cloning and combination are all experiments I do every day. How do you think His Majesty’s current abilities come from?”

       “If sentinel is human wisdom.” Bixi looked at Qin Yun tenderly, “Then guide is human compassion.”

       “In the year 2484, after 50 years of research, nearly a thousand scientists initiated genetic reform, and the ‘sentinel’ with terrifying five senses and combat power, super willpower and spiritual link was born.” Qin Yun paused, “That’s from the third year textbook of Averio Academy.”

       Bixi said narrowly, “I didn’t expect that you, little Rainbow Dash, would be very serious about studying.”

       “What’s the use of being serious… I’ve been a loser in the academy for 5 years…” Qin Yun said depressedly. He thought for a while and couldn’t help but ask Bixi, “Do you mean that sentinel can be cultivated to a higher level by means of gene duplication or cloning?”

       “That’s right.” Bixi nodded, “The genes of the Issa royal family can be passed down to this day through generations of copying and cloning. Although god-level sentinels are precious and rare, sometimes their abilities are incomplete due to genetic instability. This is a consequence left over from the evolution through scientific means… It is human wisdom that promotes the purity and development of the sentinel bloodline.”

       “However, there are also heights that human wisdom cannot reach, and that is evolution itself.” God Bixi took a breath. She seemed to be lost in memories; her eyes were heavy and sad, “Olympus tried to use the same method to cultivate the perfect god-level guide gene, but it has never been successful. The compatibility rate of god-level genes is even less than 50%, and the clones cultivated cannot be compared with the god-level sentinel.”

       Qin Yun did not speak. He stroked the mane of the horse beside him and looked up at Bixi, “In other words, is it really impossible for a god-level guide to exist?”

       “No, that’s not the case.” Bixi lowered her head and looked deeply into Qin Yun’s eyes, “Olympus is pursuing the wrong way of evolution, but miracles and hope often come by accident.”

       Qin Yun didn’t seem to understand very well. When he wanted to ask again, he was interrupted by Bixi, “You will understand on your wedding night.”

       “…” Qin Yun was speechless, “…Why do we have to wait until then?”

       Bixi held the riding crop and laughed, and she replied nonchalantly, “Young people, well, being passionate and a bit impulsive is only natural. Just enjoy it to the fullest.”

       Qin Yun: “…”


       When the Olympus fleet arrived near the Imperial Palace, it did not receive the welcome it deserved. The other party’s public relations minister, Breaux, had a gloomy face. He tapped the back of his chair with his fingers and finally had no choice but to get off the aircraft by himself.

       In the end, there was only a Doberman below that barked at him ferociously for a couple of times.

       Breaux: “…”

       The butler, Bajin, arrived a bit late. The elderly gentleman smiled elegantly and subtly, “Apologies for the tardy reception. His Majesty is currently choosing a wedding venue and lost track of time. Therefore, I am here to welcome you all.”

       Breaux snorted with a smile, “Newly married, of course, I understand. However,” He turned back and glanced at Ba Jin, “I heard that the Queen is an ordinary person?”

       “The Emperor and Queen love each other deeply.” The smile on Ba Jin’s face faded a little, “What does it matter if she is an ordinary person.”

       “It doesn’t matter.” Breaux shrugged indifferently, “But His Majesty Moschery is not an ordinary person… Has he been in good spirits lately?”

       Ba Jin frowned slightly. Just as he was about to refute, he saw four or five young men getting off another aircraft. One of them was wearing a white hooded cloak from head to toe.

       Breaux immediately greeted him with a respectful expression. He seemed to have some exchanges with the other party before he turned to Ba Jin and said with a haughty expression, “His Royal Highness Kyle wants to meet the Emperor alone. Please help me pass on a message.” The gentleman replied, and Breaux continued, “Let’s just say that the god-level guide wants to provide mental guidance for your majesty, and I hope His Majesty will be able to honour us with his presence.”


       “God-level guide?” Moschery narrowed his eyes and repeated, “That’s what they said?”

       Ba Jin hesitated but still nodded.

       “Although it has been rumoured that Olympus possesses god-level genes…” Lin Dongliang frowned deeply, “But didn’t the investigation show that the cloning was unsuccessful?”

       Moschery’s expression was cold. He stood up, put on his military cap, and showed a sarcastic smile, “Since the other party has said so, it would be a pity not to go see him.”


       When Breaux saw His Majesty the Emperor striding forward in the corridor, he was so shocked that he almost fell to his knees on the ground. Moschery raised his chin and signalled indifferently, “Open the door.”

       Ba Jin bent down to salute, and he opened the door of the reception room over Breaux, who was standing stiffly.

       Kyle was standing by the window. He turned around when he heard the noise.

       Moschery looked at the other man silently.

       “Your Majesty.” The guide bowed his head slightly in respect. He stretched out his slender white fingers and took off the hood on his head. The moment he saw the other person’s face clearly, Lin Dongliang, who was standing behind the emperor, took a gentle gasp.

       Moschery’s face was as cold as frost.

       Kyle smiled. He was exactly the opposite of Moschery, with a silver mask on the right half of his face.

       “Your Majesty.” His gaze fell on the Emperor’s feet. After looking at it for a while, he slowly said, “You have a beautiful and mighty dragon.”


       Qin Yun was so tired after brushing the last horse that he could hardly lift his arms. He simply took off his clothes and lay on the haystack, vaguely thinking about taking a nap, but as soon as he closed his eyes and prepared to squint for a while, the sound of buzzing wings suddenly came from above his head.

       The emerald fax bird flew back and forth several times and finally landed on Qin Yun’s shoulder. He lazily reached out and took out the invitation from the Emperor.

       Moschery’s handwriting was much better than the first time he saw it. He wrote Bixi’s name on the title page.

       Qin Yun couldn’t help but open it. In the blank space in the middle of the invitation, the other party carefully transcribed the contract oath between sentinel and guide.


I would like to be your lighthouse, guiding your way, smoothing the scars of loneliness and the surges of stormy seas.

Your life belongs to me, and my soul will be with you.


       His Majesty the Emperor then wrote another line, “On the day of X, month, XXXX, I made this oath with Qin Yun, etching it in my heart, never to be betrayed.”


       Qin Yun looked at it for a long time before closing the invitation. He shook the envelope and found that there was an extra piece of paper inside, with only one sentence on it.


       “The flowers are blooming on the road, and you can return home slowly.”

So I was actually going to make a quick note for the next chapter 39, because I found something odd
Chapter 34-36 title is 陌上 = The road(field)
While Chapter 37-39 is 花开 = The bloom (flowers blooming)
Chapter 40-42 is 归途 = Homeward Journey (journey to home)
Together they make 陌上花开归途, which means flowers blooming on the road(field) on the way home
At first I was wondering if it’s intentional but after reading the last sentence on this chapter. Yup, it’s intentional

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Chapter 36 – Revenge

       Song Jun suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Junyuan’s neck. He opened his eyes wide, full of hatred; his face turned blue, and his nails gradually turned black.

       Feng Junyuan tried hard to pry off his fingers and shouted with difficulty, “Song Jun—”

       Long Xing came forward to help hold Song Jun but found that he was so strong that he couldn’t pull him away at all.

       The oil lamp that had been extinguished suddenly started burning again and the air was filled with a thick smell of burning human fat, making people gag.

       Xi Anling pressed her body against the door. She felt the people outside banging on the wooden door behind her as if they could push the door open at any time. She suddenly asked hurriedly, “What should I do?”

       The smell of burning grease was getting stronger and stronger. It was obviously just a small oil lamp, but for some reason, the temperature in the entire ancestral hall began to rise. Xi Anling had her back pressed against the wooden door, but suddenly, she couldn’t lean on it anymore. She stood up straight and said, “It’s strange. This wood is hot.”

       “Hahaha!” Song Jun suddenly laughed loudly.

       Feng Junyuan’s face turned a little pale. Long Xing reached out and grabbed Song Jun’s neck, twisting hard to make him let go. Unexpectedly, Song Jun seemed not to be affected at all and still strangled Feng Junyuan’s neck.

       Seeing this, Xia Hongshen stretched out a hand and grabbed it with five fingers. Song Jun’s expression changed, and his body couldn’t help but bump towards Xia Hongshen.

       Feng Junyuan covered his neck, bent over, and coughed violently.

       Long Xing stretched out his hand to support him, “Are you okay?”

       Feng Junyuan shook his head.

       At this time, Song Jun had fallen into Xia Hongshen’s hands. He wanted to struggle, but Xia Hongshen easily restrained his movements. He held him in front of his chest with one hand and pinched his chin with the other hand to force him to raise his head and say over Song Jun’s head, “What are you going to do?”

       Song Jun smiled wildly, “I want the entire village to be buried with me!”

       “What a strong hatred,” Xia Hongshen said in his calm tone.

       Song Jun said, “It’s useless for you to catch me. Do you feel it? This ancestral hall will burn down soon. Since you won’t leave, just stay and be buried with them.”

       Xi Anling heard this and said angrily, “We have nothing to do with you!”

       Song Jun sneered and said nothing.

       The villagers outside the ancestral hall also smelled the greasy smell. One person asked strangely, “What’s going on? I feel very uncomfortable.”

       Hearing this, the old man standing at the front opened his sleeves and touched his arms with his fingers. He felt an indescribable greasiness as if someone had applied a layer of grease on his body.

       “It’s so hot!” someone said.

       The old man also noticed it. He took a step forward and reached out to touch the door of the ancestral hall. He felt that the place he touched seemed to be burning. He suddenly became agitated and choked up while standing in front of the door. He stretched out his hand to push the door open, but then he calmed down and said, “Don’t be nervous, everyone. Wait here. The ancestors of the Wan family will definitely bless us.”

       In the ancestral hall, Xia Hongshen said to the person in his arms, “Leave his body.”

       Song Jun’s hands were controlled and unable to move, so he bit his tongue hard and soon blood overflowed from his mouth, but he maintained a weird smile on his face.

       Xia Hongshen finally frowned, raised Song Jun’s face, and kissed his lips.

       The ghost of Wan Mingguang, who possessed Song Jun, felt a terrible force attracting him. He did not dare to stay in Song Jun’s body; otherwise, he would become Xia Hongshen’s food, so he chose to leave Song Jun at that moment.

       The first thing Song Jun felt when he regained consciousness was pain. His tongue hurt so much that he couldn’t even speak. At the same time, he felt someone kissing him. After a trance, he discovered that the person kissing him was Xia Hongshen.

       He was licking his tongue gently. It seemed that it was not as painful as it was at the beginning, and the blood did not continue to flow. It was very warm and comfortable.

       Song Jun subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but suddenly he heard Long Xing cough twice. He suddenly came back to his senses and realised where he was.

       What happened? Song Jun distanced himself from Xia Hongshen and opened his mouth to ask but found that his tongue hurt badly when he tried to speak. Even though the blood stopped flowing, there were still blood stains everywhere on the corners of his mouth.

       Although Xia Hongshen left Song Jun’s lips, his kiss immediately fell on the tip of Song Jun’s nose and forehead, like a gentle comfort.

       Song Jun realised that everyone was still looking at them, and even though he was still weak, he couldn’t help but want to blush.

       Xi Anling turned away angrily and pursed her lips.

       Feng Junyuan had caught his breath by this point and said, “Where did that evil ghost go?”

       However, Xia Hongshen was still holding Song Jun and touching his face with his lips. Song Jun couldn’t help but push him away and wanted to call out senior brother, but his tongue was so painful that he couldn’t speak.

       “Outside,” Xia Hongshen said suddenly.

       “Ah?” Xi Anling was a little surprised and looked out the door.

       Xia Hongshen said, “He wanted to burn all these villagers here.”

       Song Jun shuddered when he heard the words. He wanted to speak but couldn’t say anything. When Wan Mingguang possessed him, he saw Wan Mingguang’s past memories with his own eyes. He knew that he was innocent and pitiful. He was full of hatred for these people, but the village had already killed so many young people because of him, and it would be too cruel to drag an entire village to die with him.

       He couldn’t express his emotions, so he could only grab Xia Hongshen’s shirt and shake it, signalling Xia Hongshen to find a way to stop Wan Mingguang.

       Seeing his anxious expression, Xia Hongshen raised her hand and called out, “Yueya1crescent moon.”

       No one else reacted. Xi Anling was startled, and then she felt that her body could not help but fly towards Xia Hongshen’s hand. When it landed in Xia Hongshen’s hand, Xi Anling had turned into a bell. It was a bell in the shape of a crescent moon, and the small round piece struck the curved metal crescent moon, emitting a clear and crisp sound.

       Xia Hongshen shook the crescent bell in his hand, and the sound spread far and echoed throughout the small mountain village.

       Song Jun looked at Xia Hongshen in surprise and wanted to ask what it was, but when he opened her mouth, he covered his mouth in pain.

       But Long Xing noticed Song Jun’s reaction, so he kindly asked for him, “What can this bell do?”

       Xia Hongshen simply said two words, “Calling Souls.”

       The crescent bell was used to summon spirits. Xia Hongshen rang the bell gently, and the sound of the bell spread throughout the mountain village. The lonely ghosts wandering around the mountain village all began to gather in this direction.

       These ghosts were living sacrifices that had been killed by the villagers over the years, and the grease that was extracted for burning in oil lamps.

       In fact, these dead teenagers were no longer the young people who persecuted Wan Mingguang back then. These people were innocent children, but they were deprived of their lives because of Wan Mingguang’s hatred that was stagnant in those years.

       Their ghosts lingered around this mountain village for many years until Xia Hongshen and the others appeared.

       It was the ghosts of these teenagers who caused the accident and made them be left behind when going down the mountain. They hoped that someone could stay and save the village so that no more people would be killed.

       No one knew when the thin fog would become thick again. The villagers surrounding the ancestral hall feel more and more hot. Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “My body is blistered!”

       The man stretched out his hand, and there were two blisters on his arm, which clearly looked like he had been burned by the high temperature. However, everyone only felt hot and did not feel the temperature of being burned at all.

       Next, another man also found that his skin was burned. He shouted loudly, saying that there was something strange here and that his ancestors were angry, and rushed down the mountain.

       The old man leading the crowd was still telling everyone to calm down, but someone found that his white beard had been burnt.

       The man who had just rushed down the mountain broke into a heavy fog, but soon he came back from the fog. There was no way down the mountain. He ran straight forward, and in the end, he could only return to a small area near this ancestral hall.

       At this time, everyone started to panic.

       Someone said, “Those people offended the gods, kill them!”

       Others also chanted, “Kill them!”

       A group of people rushed to break down the door of the ancestral hall, but as soon as their bodies touched the wooden door of the ancestral hall, their skin started to burn.

       In addition to the old man, a young man stood in the crowd, looking at these crazy people expressionlessly.

       Suddenly, the door of the ancestral hall was opened from the inside. As soon as they saw Xia Hongshen at the entrance, those people rushed forward, but Xia Hongshen held a silver whip in his hand. With a gentle flick, the whip struck the ground, producing a crisp sound and raising a cloud of dust.

       Others wanted to rush forward, but Xia Hongshen’s long whip struck their arm. They immediately felt bone-piercing pain and rolled on the ground holding their arms.

       For a moment, everyone stared at Xia Hongshen warily, and no one dared to approach.

       Except for the young man standing quietly in the corner, who made no move, Xia Hongshen wouldn’t let him off. Xia Hongshen gently extended his hand forward, and the silver whip in his hand suddenly elongated, tightly binding the young man’s body, rendering him unable to move.

       He saw the young man struggling, and suddenly, his appearance changed, turning into a handsome man, and his clothes changed into a long gown.

       No one in the village knew who he was except the old man. When he looked at the young man, he suddenly knelt down with tears in his eyes and shouted, “Cousin.”

       Wan Mingguang struggled but was still unable to break free from the shackles of the whip, so he looked up to the sky and laughed, saying, “No one can escape today anyway, so stay and die together!”

       “Cousin!” An old man knelt on the ground and rushed toward Wan Mingguang, hugging his legs.

       Wan Mingguang didn’t look at him, just maintained a cold smile on his face.

       Xia Hongshen suddenly said, “I’m afraid you won’t get what you want.”

       After he finished speaking, Song Jun came out of the ancestral hall with an oil lamp in his hand. Seeing Wan Mingguang, Song Jun suddenly felt heartache. Perhaps it was because when he was possessed by Wan Mingguang, the memory was so painful that it was still difficult to get rid of it. He wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, but he couldn’t say a word. He could only shake his head at Wan Mingguang.

       Xia Hongshen said, “You are just using the wick spiritual power of the Thousand Years Lamp to do evil. Without this wick, you are just an evil ghost with a grudge. How much power do you have to cause trouble?”

       Wan Mingguang watched Song Jun hand the oil lamp to Xia Hongshen.

       Xia Hongshen waved his hand, and the oil lamp went out.

       “Without the wick of the Thousand Years Lamp, there are countless unjust souls in this village waiting to seek revenge on you. Do you have the ability to confront so many spirits? I think it would be more satisfying to let me devour you,” Xia Hongshen said.

       As soon as he finished speaking, cries and wails echoed around the hill, full of sorrow and lamentation. It wasn’t just the countless youths who had been victimized; it also included the endless resentment left by parents who had lost their sons.

       At this time, Song Jun pulled Xia Hongshen’s sleeve and shook his head vigorously.

       Xia Hongshen turned around and saw that the corner of Song Jun’s mouth was still stained with blood, so he leaned over and licked it gently.

       The old man held Wan Mingguang’s legs and stood up with difficulty. He stood in front of Wan Mingguang and said, “What are you going to do to my cousin?”

       The surrounding villagers became more and more anxious, but they did not dare to come near due to the power of the whip in Xia Hongshen’s hand. Someone was already screaming and tearing his hair because he thought it was about to catch fire.

       Song Jun also felt uncomfortably hot, and sweat dripped down his face. He had something to say but couldn’t say it out. He was so anxious that he almost vomited blood.

       Xia Hongshen suddenly said, “He told you to stop.”

       Song Jun was stunned and looked at Xia Hongshen.

       Xia Hongshen continued, “He said that so many people have died. The children and grandchildren of those who killed you have also died because of you. Your revenge has been avenged. There is no need to bring the entire village to be buried with you.”

       Song Jun nodded vigorously and looked at Wan Mingguang.

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Chapter 14

       If the female voice hadn’t coldly announced Zhan Weiyang’s today’s score every night, Zhan Weiyang would have thought his System was dead. But his score hadn’t changed for a long time either, and he wished it was dead.

       After suffering knee pain for two or three days, Zhan Weiyang basically stopped limping when walking. It was no longer painful to stand up and sit down in class every day.

       Moreover, it had been raining at night for the past few days, and the hot temperature that had lasted all summer had finally begun to slowly drop. Grandma took out her dark red patterned jacket and put it on, always telling Zhan Weiyang that he was underdressed and that he should be careful of catching a cold.

       Zhan Weiyang went to the bathroom with Chen Youyou after class. When he came back, he saw a girl sitting in his seat, chatting animatedly with her deskmate, Zhou Hanyi.

       The girl’s name was Xu Yuxuan. She was a good friend of Zhou Hanyi. She had a lively personality and a hot temper. Zhan Weiyang was a little afraid of her. He stood at the back door of the classroom and looked at her silently, not daring to go back to his seat.

       Chen Youyou pulled his arm and told him to sit down in his row first. Chen Youyou’s deskmate was their class monitor. After class, she went to find her boyfriend whom she was secretly in a relationship.

       Zhan Weiyang sat down next to Chen Youyou and heard Xu Yuxuan say to Zhou Hanyi, “Do you know that Xie Ling in the first year of high school?”

       Chen Youyou glanced at Zhan Weiyang.

       Zhan Weiyang heard Zhou Hanyi say, “Of course I know, that’s the one who is very handsome.”

       Xu Yuxuan said, “I heard that his family is quite poor.”

       “Oh,” Zhou Hanyi’s tone was not very enthusiastic.

       Xu Yuxuan was obviously very interested in Xie Ling, “Someone saw him working at night.”

       Zhou Hanyi said, “Does he have a girlfriend?”

       Xu Yuxuan became cold and indifferent, “Isn’t there a girl in his class who eats with him every day?”

       Zhou Hanyi smiled and said, “There must be many people chasing him.”

       The two of them changed the topic at this point, and Xu Yuxuan started talking about a novel she had read recently.

       Zhan Weiyang kept listening to them talking and felt that he was very nervous. After a long time, he mustered up the courage to turn his head and shouted, “Xu Yuxuan.”

       Xu Yuxuan was stunned for a moment, realising that this was the first time Zhan Weiyang took the initiative to talk to her and asked curiously, “What is it?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Do you know where Xie Ling works?”

       Instead of answering, Xu Yuxuan asked back, “Why are you asking that?”

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t know how to answer this question.

       Chen Youyou turned around and said, “He also, wants to find a place to work, so he just a-ask.”

       Xu Yuxuan smiled and said, “O-okay. I heard he’s at the Food Joy Fast Food on Jinfeng Road. There are also girls who go there to eat just to see him.”

       Chen Youyou was not happy that Xu Yuxuan imitated him, but since the other party returned to his question, he could only say ‘thank you’ reluctantly.

       The two people turned back, and Zhan Weiyang grabbed Chen Youyou’s sleeve and said, “Let’s go check it out tonight.”

       Chen Youyou asked him, “Eating dinner?”

       Zhan Weiyang nodded, “Let’s eat.”

       Chen Youyou said, “Then, I’ll call, my mother in the, afternoon.”

       In the afternoon, Zhan Weiyang also called home. He used a landline and squatted behind the teaching building to make the call secretly. Because the head teacher did not allow them to bring mobile phones to school, he usually turned off the sound and hid them in his school bag.

       The phone rang several times before it was connected. The person who answered the phone was Auntie Luo.

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Auntie Luo, I won’t be back for dinner tonight.”

       Auntie Luo asked him, “Then where are you going to eat?”

       Zhan Weiyang lied, “My classmate invited me to dinner.”

       At this time, Grandma’s voice came from the other side of the phone, “Who is it?”

       Auntie Luo answered Grandma, “Yangyang, he said that his classmates would treat him to dinner tonight, and he wouldn’t be back.”

       Grandma said, “Why isn’t Yangyang back either? No one has come back today at all.”

       Zhan Weiyang heard this and asked Auntie Luo, “Qing ge also not coming back?”

       Auntie Luo responded, “Well, Pei Qing won’t come back either.”

       Zhan Weiyang said ‘Oh’ and then said, “Then I won’t be back either. Goodbye, Auntie Luo.” After saying that, he hung up the phone and still squatted on the ground against the wall. He picked up a fallen leaf from the tree with his fingers. He pinched the leaf stalk and turned it in two circles, thinking that he wondered where Pei Qing would go for dinner in the evening.

       After school in the afternoon, neither Zhan Weiyang nor Chen Youyou wanted to ride a bicycle, so they waited for the bus at the bus stop in front of the school and squeezed in with other students after school.

       At this time every day, the bus would be packed with students leaving school. It was so packed that there was no gap left between people. Even those of shorter stature found it difficult to breathe.

       A short girl stood between Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou like a piece of Oreo. The three of them were close together. Neither of them could see her face and could only chat above her head.

       Chen Youyou said, “My mother, scolded me.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “It’s all my fault.”

       Chen Youyou shook his head, “You, are my brother.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “You are so nice.” He suddenly thought that everyone was nice to him, including Chen Youyou, his older cousin, Auntie Luo, and his father and grandma. Only Zhan Weiguang was not too nice, but Zhan Weiguang did not bully him; he just did not pay much attention to him.

       After getting off the bus, the two of them walked for seven or eight minutes to find the fast food restaurant, walked in, found an empty table and sat down.

       The fast food restaurant was busy at this time, and although there wasn’t a queue yet, there were almost no empty tables.

       Chen Youyou raised his hand to call the waiter, and Zhan Weiyang was in charge of ordering. After ordering and waiting, the two of them looked together, hoping to find Xie Ling, but unfortunately, they did not see him.

       Zhan Weiyang couldn’t help but ask, “Is this the place?”

       Chen Youyou frowned, “Unless, Xu Yuxuan lied, to us.”

       Both of them felt that Xu Yuxuan would not make up a fast food restaurant to deceive them. Either that or Xie Ling wasn’t coming to work tonight.

       The food came, and when Zhan Weiyang picked up his chopsticks and was about to pick up a sweet and sour pork loin, Chen Youyou suddenly knocked Zhan Weiyang’s chopsticks with his own chopsticks, “Look, Xie Ling is here!”

       Zhan Weiyang quickly raised his head, and sure enough, he saw Xie Ling walking in from the outside. He had changed out of his school uniform, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, with headphones in his ears, and his head was slightly lowered when walking.

       He walked through the lobby of the fast food restaurant and went directly into the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a plastic bag containing a disposable lunch box and left the fast food restaurant in a hurry.

       On the way out, Xie Ling passed by two girls in school uniforms. The two girls looked excited. It seemed like what Xu Yuxuan said; there were girls from their school who came here to eat just to see Xie Ling.

       Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou’s seats were close to the window. His eyes followed Xie Ling as he blended into the crowd on the street and hurried forward.

       Chen Youyou said, “He must be, delivering takeout.”

       Zhan Weiyang did not answer.

       Chen Youyou said again, “I wonder if he, will come back after, we finish eating?”

       Zhan Weiyang stared outside blankly, still not answering.

       Chen Youyou said, “Will you, wait for him later? Do you, still want to say, something to him?”

       Zhan Weiyang suddenly stood up.

       Chen Youyou looked at him in surprise, then turned to look outside the window but didn’t see anything.

       Zhan Weiyang looked anxious, couldn’t control himself, and wanted to run outside. He said, “Wait for me. I have something to do.”

       Chen Youyou opened his eyes wide and looked confused, “Where are you going?”

       Zhan Weiyang had already walked outside. He said, “Keep an eye on Xie Ling for me. I’ll be back in a moment.” After saying that, he dodged the two female classmates who were looking for seats and ran out in a hurry.

       It was evening, and there was no sun today. The sky in the distance was simply white amid the hazy grey, and the street lamps on the roadside had already lit up at some point. Their warm orange light illuminated the surroundings.

       This street had many restaurants and shops selling marinated and cooked food. Many young people who had just finished work were searching for restaurants, while middle-aged people were buying dishes from the cooked food shops to take home for their families.

       Zhan Weiyang ran through the crowd, always looking at the slender figure in front of him until, at an intersection, the person in front stopped and waited for a red light. He ran up, stood in front of him, panting heavily, and grabbed the person’s wrist, blurting out, “Gege.”

       Pei Qing was obviously a little surprised and raised his eyebrows.

       Before he could speak, a young woman next to him looked at Zhan Weiyang, smiled and said, “Your little brother?”

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Chapter 19 – Getting Along

       Fang Mingyan stepped in at mealtime, and Zhuo Yue happened to come down from upstairs. He was wearing a clean light yellow housecoat with the neckline specially raised to cover up the embarrassing marks on his neck.

       Their eyes met, and the person on the stairs was the first to greet, “You’re back.”

       “Are you asleep?” The man took off his coat and handed it to Zhou Chi.

       “Well, I just woke up.” Zhuo Yue answered naturally.

       Fang Mingyan’s eyes paused on his energetic face, then he moved away quietly and said, “Come over and have a meal.”

       When Zhuo Yue saw the food, his stomach was churning. He managed to take two bites, put down his chopsticks and stood up, “My stomach doesn’t feel good. I’ll be going upstairs first…”

       “Sit down and eat some more with me.” The man spoke with a gentle tone but exuded an undeniable air of insistence.

       Zhuo Yue sat down at the dining table again. Zhou Chi filled another bowl of hot chicken soup and placed it in front of him. He took a symbolic sip and never touched it again.

       Fang Mingyan knew very well that his stomach discomfort was largely due to psychological factors, so he did not force him. He ate slowly, picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and said, “Go wash the dishes.”

       Zhuo Yue was a little surprised. Although he had done dishwashing and other chores in Hanguan, he did those things on his own initiative. This was the first time the man asked him to do this. He finished washing absently, and the other party asked him to watch TV together. The NBA basketball game on the screen was exciting, but Zhuo Yue kept finding himself lost in thought, staring blankly at one spot. It wasn’t until 10 o’clock at night that Fang Mingyan allowed him to return to his room to sleep.

       He said he was going to sleep, but in fact, Zhuo Yue couldn’t sleep at all. When the person calmed down, memories of Huang Renbiao’s nauseating face would surface. It felt as if the sensation of his touch still lingered on his body, making him uncomfortable. The bed beneath him seemed to overlap with the dirty mattress in the hotel. Everything he had experienced became torture, like a pair of hands strangling his neck, leaving him breathless. After tossing and turning for who knows how long, he finally drifted off to sleep, only to wake up drenched in cold sweat a few minutes later. He rolled out of bed and abruptly opened the window—the cool breeze that rushed in helped calm his heart. Without turning on the lights, he sat on the couch by the window, staring blankly under the moonlight.

       When Fang Mingyan pushed the door open, what he saw was such a scene. Under the pale moonlight, the windows were wide open, and the night breeze was cold. Zhuo Yue was curled up on the single sofa in thin pyjamas, like a small animal hiding to lick its wounds, looking at him with frightened eyes.

       He turned on the light, walked over and closed the window, put his hands on the armrests of the sofa, and said, “Can’t sleep?”

       Zhuo Yue didn’t expect that he would come to his room at this time. At this moment, he was imprisoned between the man’s body and the sofa. He said awkwardly, “I just… got up to go to the bathroom and saw that the moon is quite bright tonight, so…”

       “So you’re admiring the moon with the windows open at two o’clock in the middle of the night?” Fang Mingyan narrowed his eyes slightly, “You do have a refined taste.”

       This random excuse was simply ridiculous. Zhuo Yue searched in his head for a long time but couldn’t think of a reasonable cover-up, so he had to remain silent.

       “I remember telling you to call me when you can’t sleep or wake up from nightmares.” The man looked at him with his dark eyes.

       He lowered his head and said softly, “I don’t want to disturb your rest.”

       Fang Mingyan sighed helplessly, carried him back to the bed with his long arms, and then lay down next to him. Seeing Zhuo Yue propping himself up with his elbows, staring at him wide-eyed, Fang Mingyan couldn’t help but chuckle. “That expression… Are you afraid I might take the opportunity to do something to you?”

       “…I can sleep alone.” He said embarrassedly.

       “From the time I left at noon to just now, did you sleep alone for more than half an hour?” The man choked him with one sentence, and he grabbed Zhuo Yue’s arm that supported his body and yanked him. Zhuo Yue, who had lost his support, lay down on his side and gave way to the other party a little awkwardly.

       This was originally just a single bed, and it was a bit crowded with two men lying on it. Zhuo Yue almost rolled off the bed as he leaned out like this. Fang Mingyan quickly grabbed his waist and pushed him inward, causing his body to press closer to him, and Zhuo Yue’s face suddenly turned red. He didn’t know what to say, so he just lowered his head and shrank into the quilt.

       “Zhuo Yue.”

       Hearing the man calling him, Zhuo Yue raised his face slightly, and their lips almost touched each other at that moment. Their breathing mingled, and his handsome face was close at hand. Their eyes met each other, and those eyes were staring at him like stars scattered with soft light on a dark night, making him unable to take his gaze away.

       In the quiet room, there was only the slight sound of the clock on the wall. Minute by minute, this ambiguity crossed my mind.

       This closeness, so close that they could see themselves reflected in each other’s pupils, so close that they could feel the slightest breeze when blinking, so close that even without doing anything, their heartbeats would become erratic due to the gaze.

       At that moment, in Fang Mingyan’s dark eyes, some suppressed emotions seemed to be breaking out of the cocoon.

       Little by little, closer.

       Zhuo Yue’s eyes trembled, and he slowly closed them.

       He thought it would be a kiss.

       However, the kiss did not fall after all.

       Zhuo Yue heard a chuckle. He opened his eyes, looked at the smiling man in front of him, and turned away awkwardly.

       The lights went out, and the room became dark again. Fang Mingyan stretched out his hand to hug him from behind, and his voice behind his ear was gentle and pleasant, “Sleep at ease. I’m here to accompany you.”

       “I won’t be able to sleep like this…” he said, his cheeks burning.

       “Close your eyes.” The man behind him held his waist and let him lean against him. His voice became softer and softer. “Do you know the legend of the Knight Doll? For children who often have nightmares, they can place a doll at the head of their bed. Every night, it will transform into a knight while you’re asleep, fighting off the nightmares for you.” He paused and said softly, “I can be your Knight Doll.”

       His heart skipped a beat. Zhuo Yue moved his lips but made no sound.

       The long eyelashes covered his eyes, and the warm breath fell on his neck, making him calm down. As if he had been enchanted, his heartbeat began to slowly sync up, and his chest rose and fell with the rhythm of the man’s breathing. Time and space have become a blurred background, as if floating in the boundless universe, with only the person hugging him behind him, accompanying, tolerating and protecting him. He finally relaxed completely and allowed himself to sink into the warm chest behind him.

       When Zhuo Yue woke up the next morning, the man had left. He sat on the bed for a moment, then got up and went downstairs.

       For several nights, Fang Mingyan slept with him like this and then left quietly. His company seemed to have some magic power, allowing Zhuo Yue to sleep peacefully. The scars on his body slowly disappeared, and he began to stop thinking about that incident, trying to put it behind him.

       At dinner on Monday, Fang Mingyan cut the steak and handed the plate to Zhuo Yue, saying, “Nick will be here tonight. His training will last two hours and end at eleven o’clock.”

       Zhuo Yue paused, raised his face and smiled, “Actually, Chairman Fang doesn’t have to spend time with me. I can already sleep peacefully.” He looked directly at the other person and said calmly, “It’s not appropriate for me to stay here all the time. I can already go back to work. Plus, delaying the signed contract job will also bring negative impacts to the company.”

       Their gazes met, and the man fell silent for a moment before saying, “Okay, I’ll have Shen Luo arrange your schedule.”

       “Thank you.” Zhuo Yue put the beef into his mouth.

       It was a tender and juicy steak, but it didn’t taste very good.

       He didn’t sleep at all that night, watching the dark sky light up little by little.

       Zhuo Yue started working after moving back.

       The shoot was for a series of high-end fashion brand advertisements. However, Zhuo Yue had been off his game the entire time. They shot for a full hour, but not a single photo satisfied the photographer, Liu Hua. They had worked together before, so Liu Hua was well aware of Zhuo Yue’s capabilities. Today’s situation surprised him, so he decided to stop and pulled Zhuo Yue aside, asking, “What’s going on? You seem tense today.”

       Zhuo Yue glanced at the dark camera in his hand and lowered his eyes, “I haven’t been feeling well lately.”

       “Drink some water and take a rest.”

       He nodded and entered the bathroom. He closed the compartment door, frowned tightly, leaned against the door panel, pulled off his tie, and raised his face in pain and helplessness. Every time he looked at the camera, that nightmare seemed to come back. He told himself over and over again that everything was over, but it was all in vain. In front of the camera, he felt uncontrollable panic.

       This panic made him stiff and trembled uncontrollably, his heartbeats seeming irregular, making it impossible for him to focus and complete the expressions and movements required.

       He tried his best to control himself.

       However, this forced effort led to even more serious consequences. During the afternoon TV drama shoot, as the camera approached, his mind went blank, and a nauseating feeling arose in his throat. He dry heaved and pushed away the person beside him, almost causing the actress he was acting with to fall down the stairs. He apologised repeatedly, but after the shoot, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and vomited. Lin Hui watched with concern, patting his back while saying, “Ge, you’re still not well. Let’s take another break…”

       “No need.” He said in a low voice with a face full of exhaustion, “It’s okay, let’s go.”

       Lin Hui had no choice but to send him back to his apartment.

       After a few days, Zhuo Yue’s condition seemed to improve. Although he still appeared somewhat stiff during filming, his overall mental state seemed to have improved, and there was a sparkle back in his eyes. Lin Hui breathed a sigh of relief; he had been tasked by the big boss Fang to report on Zhuo Yue’s condition regularly. Upon hearing that Zhuo Yue had returned to normal, the boss didn’t intervene further.

       It wasn’t until a month later, when Auntie Yang secretly called Lin Hui to the corner and handed him a crumpled piece of paper, that he realised that things were not as simple as he imagined.

       Aunt Yang was a part-time worker hired by the company for Zhuo Yue. She came here at the same time every day to cook and clean. This paper ball containing two small medicine bottles was found in the trash can. One of them was a sleeping pill; the other was a psychotropic drug, all of which were empty.

       Lin Hui’s eyes felt dark, and he was thinking about how to speak when he heard Zhuo Yue’s voice coming from behind him.

       “Ah Hui.”

       “Yue ge.” He turned around, spread his hands and asked, “What’s with these two bottles of medicine?”

       Zhuo Yue did not answer the question but spoke slowly, “You are the person closest to me. I have always treated you as a younger brother, and I hope you can treat me as an older brother and stand by my side.”

       “Of course, I will stand on your side, but I can’t ignore your health. I must tell Chairman Fang about your medication.”

       “Lin Hui!” Zhuo Yue grabbed his arm as he reached for his phone and said urgently, “Have you ever thought about what will happen if he finds out? I have just gained a little popularity now. If he decides to stop me, I will never have a chance again. You’re my assistant, and if I get sidelined again, there’s a good chance you’ll be reassigned to work with other artists.”

       He stood there, hesitated for a moment, then put the phone back into his pocket and said worriedly, “But where did these medicines come from? Have you seen a doctor?”

       “I know my body very well.” Zhuo Yue lowered his eyes and said, “You have also seen that the medicine is very effective, and my condition has recovered.”

       Lin Hui sighed, “Ge, if you feel unwell, you must tell me as soon as possible. Don’t keep it by yourself.”

       “Yeah.” Zhuo Yue responded.

       However, these medicines could not fundamentally solve the problem. Zhuo Yue’s weight began to decline, and he became increasingly silent, irritable, and dizzy. He spent long periods alone in corners, finding it harder and harder to concentrate. Dialogues he could usually remember in one go now required repeated rehearsal. He needed medication every day to maintain sleep, and on nights with night shoots, he often didn’t sleep for several consecutive nights

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Chapter 37 – The Bloom (1)

       Moschery was sitting in the garden. It was rare for him to have half a day free. He only wore a simple shirt and trousers and no mask. Zhongyan lay beside him; his wings and back were still covered with rhinestones, shining brightly in the sun.

       The Emperor lowered his head and wrote the letter. The dragon was not very well-behaved. The light reflected from the rhinestones on his body dazzled the letter paper. Moschery said coldly with a gloomy face, “Can’t you just be a quiet ugly dragon?”

       Zhongyan snorted, and he turned around angrily, facing the emperor with his butt instead.

       “…” Moschery was angry, “You tsundere my foot! Tsundere?! Turn your face to me!”


       The hottest topic on All Universe 818 these days was about the future Queen. Lin Dongliang’s public relations and media skills were always excellent. Whether through images, videos, or text, he could depict the Emperor and Queen’s emotions in a lingering and heart-wrenching way.

       Of course, Qin Yun’s status as a low-level guide had also been questioned. The majority of people didn’t look favourably on it, and there were people who lamented that His Majesty the Emperor was truly romantic or his eyes were blinded by shit.

       Butler Ba Jin took the delivered formal wear and turned around to see Moschery glaring at the tablet with an ominous expression. The Emperor’s fingers were sliding very fast, and the old man couldn’t help but worry about whether the LCD screen could withstand it…

       “Your Majesty.” Ba Jin tried to divert the Emperor’s attention, “The clothes are here. Do you want to try them on?”

       Moschery raised his head and glanced at it perfunctorily, “Yes.” He paused, put down the tablet and ordered, “Show me the white one.”


       Qin Yun’s outfits were elegant and exquisite. Moschery carefully checked the details before showing a slightly satisfied look. He suddenly thought of something and asked Ba Jin, “Have the invitations been written?”

       Old butler, “I’ve written most of it, and I’ll finish it in a few days.”

       Moschery nodded, “Give me a few, and I’ll write them.”

       Ba Jin was a little surprised as to why the Emperor would make such a request, but he didn’t ask any more questions and sent over several unopened invitations that night.

       The stiff gold-coloured paper was simple and straightforward, not overly decorated with anything other than the names of the two men.

       Moschery leaned on the desk, holding a pen and writing slowly in the blank space.

       Zhongyan rarely obeyed and lay down at his feet with his belly turned over. The luminous lamp on the table softened the Emperor’s quiet and focused profile.


       The first to locate Bixi was Tristana. The female general, looking dishevelled, chased after ‘Little Bixi’ for almost a kilometre before finally stopping her on horseback.

       Bixi was petite and looked like a half-grown child from a distance when riding a tall horse. Apart from her long silver hair, her face revealed no signs of age.

       Tristana thought with tears streaming down her face… It was not wrong at all to call her little Bixi!

       Bixi didn’t seem surprised that Tristana would come looking for her. She glanced around and raised her eyebrows, “Where is my little Rainbow Dash?”

       “…” Tristana wanted to complain about the nicknames of this family, but she still held back, “I’ll call him right away! Lord… ah no, Little Bixi!”

       “He asked you to call me Little Bixi?” Bixi frowned and sighed helplessly, “This child is still naughty when he grows up.”

       Tristana felt happy and was about to change to call her Auntie when she heard the other party say calmly.

       “Good girl.” Bixi smiled amiably, “Just call me Sister.”

       Tristana: “…”


       When Qin Yun saw the hundreds of horses behind Bixi, his expression was as wonderful as it could be. He held his forehead and said, “You really gathered a massive army for this rendezvous… How old are you? Don’t you remember the time when you threw your back out while walking the horse the year I left?!”

       “How long has that been…” Bixi complained vehemently, “Why do you remember it so firmly?”

       Qin Yun was angry but found it laughable, “You think everyone is like you, living longer and ageing backwards!” He took a few steps forward to lead the horse Bixi was riding and hugged his adoptive mother off the horse like a little girl.

       “You have grown too big.” Bixi supported Qin Yun’s shoulders, “You are not as cute as you were when you were a child.”

       Qin Yun rolled his eyes, “I’m really sorry.”

       Bixi: “As I get older, my skin is not as good as before, and I have crow’s feet now1Crow’s feet is the common name given to wrinkles which appear at the side of the eyes, stretching out towards the temples..”

       “…” Qin Yun: “That’s enough!”


       In the end, it took the combined efforts of the four to drive all the horses into the stables. Qin Yun seriously wondered how Bixi could walk so many horses…

       “Keep them loose, with Black Pearl watching over.” Black Pearl is Bixi’s spiritual link, a black Arabian horse. She looked at Qin Yun, “Can’t you see it?”

       Qin Yun’s expression froze. He didn’t want to reveal the secret so quickly, but it was obvious that he couldn’t hide it.

       “Something happened on the battlefield…” Qin Yun lowered her head and did not dare to look into Bixi’s eyes, “I was injected with a brain nerve-destroying agent.”

       Bixi frowned, but she didn’t seem to have an overly worried look on her face. She just asked, “How long have you been like this?”

       Qin Yun: “It’s been more than a month.”

       Bixi didn’t speak, and the whites of her eyes gradually turned dark grey silver, which slowly faded away after a while, “What does it feel like?”

       “?” Qin Yun said sluggishly, “What does what feel like?”

       Bixi’s expression became subtle. She took a deep look at Qin Yun and suddenly asked, “I heard you are getting married?”

       Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, then reacted and stuttered with a blush, “Yeah, that’s right…”

       Bixi laughed and patted Qin Yun’s back gently, “Come on, tell me what kind of person he is.”


       The three people who were accustomed to living in the Imperial Capital had not enjoyed such a pristine night for a long time. An endless expanse of green grassland, the silvery moonlight spread all over the sky and the ground. The night breeze swept through, creating layers of undulating grass waves in the dimly lit surroundings.

       Herds of cattle and sheep rested in the distance in twos and threes, and a few over-energetic ponies chased each other. Bixi cooked goat’s milk wine and lit a bonfire in front of the yurt.

       Tristana dozed off under the warm firelight, and Chen Xiao stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms.

       Bixi poured a glass of goat’s milk wine and handed it to Qin Yun, “Is he good to you?”

       Qin Yun didn’t know what to say. He pondered for a long time, thinking about the first time he met Moschery. His Majesty the Emperor threw him into the sky like a gymnastic ball. Although he always called him trash, he never really left him behind.

       They had accompanied each other step by step to reach this point. Even if the final outcome wasn’t perfect, Qin Yun was still Moschery’s only guide.

       Bixi observed his expression, sighed softly, and carefully chose her words, “There may be just such a person in the world with whom you can face bitter failures or sufferings and share warmth and joy as well as happiness, through every day, month, and year…” After a pause, she slowly said, “Their last lifetime.”

       Qin Yun was speechless. He only felt that his heart was sore and full, and countless emotions seemed to be surging to the point of pouring out.

       Bixi’s expression was gentle. She reached out and touched the end of Qin Yun’s hair, “I think you have found such a person.”


       The first thing Moschery did when he woke up early in the morning was to stuff the invitation he had written in the evening into the mouth of the large electronic bird. Zhongyan watched curiously as the emerald green bird fluttered its wings and flew away. It couldn’t help but stretch out his paws and pounced a few times. The bird flew very nimbly between its paws and finally circled a few times and flew out of the window.

       The giant dragon stared at the bird’s shadow somewhat lonelyly. It hummed a few times, put the dragon’s head on its paws, and lazily raised its eyelids.

       “I know you miss him.” Moschery, in a rare moment not mocking Zhongyan’s behaviour. He stretched out his hand and pressed the dragon’s head hard, “I miss him too.”


       Dongliang didn’t react when he received the landing request from Olympus. He read it several times before confirming that the other party was indeed here for a peaceful visit.

       Skarter frowned, “Why are they here now? I thought after the Eta Star incident, they and the Empire had completely fallen out.”

       Lin Dongliang’s face didn’t look good either. After all, he and Skarter had suffered a lot for this matter before, and now they were still frightened after thinking about it.

       “Congratulations on His Majesty’s upcoming wedding.” Lin Dongliang glanced at Moschery, “That’s the banner they’re flying.”

       The Emperor smiled sarcastically, “Coming uninvited, thick-skinned indeed.”

       Lin Dongliang asked, “Do you want to refuse?”

       “It’s not necessary.” Moschery adjusted his cuffs slowly, with a contemptuous expression on his face, “Since they dare to come, there is no reason for me not to answer them. Want to make a scene?”

       The Emperor’s face darkened, and he said viciously, “It still depends on whether they are qualified.”

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Chapter 35 – Wan Mingguang

       The oil lamps in the ancestral hall were still burning and dancing. There was only this little light in the huge space, and the corners around the ancestral hall were plunged into darkness.

       At times like that, such darkness inevitably instilled fear, as one never knew what might be lurking in the dark corners.

       The only thing that made Song Jun feel at ease was that Xia Hongshen was still holding his hand.

       The knocking on the window just now stopped, and the surroundings had become quiet again, and no sound could be heard. Before Song Jun could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard ‘knock-knock-knock’ sounds from windows in all directions at the same time.

       Song Jun suddenly held Xia Hongshen’s hand tightly. He was scared. It was difficult for him to imagine what was or how many things were outside, and they seemed to be trapped in this ancestral hall.

       However, Xia Hongshen still looked calm. Even if he heard many knocks on the window at the same time, he did not seem to be panicked at all. By this time, both Long Xing and Feng Junyuan’s expressions had both turned pale.

       There was still thick fog outside, and they couldn’t see anything clearly. They didn’t know what they would encounter if they stepped out of the ancestral hall.

       Xia Hongshen pondered for a moment, then walked back to the oil lamp and reached out to pick up the wick. Song Jun was startled and wanted to stop him. However, before the words came out, when Xia Hongshen’s finger was about to touch the oil lamp, the oil lamp suddenly went out.

       As the oil lamp went out, their vision fell into darkness, and the continuous knocking on the window suddenly stopped.

       Song Jun didn’t scream; maybe he was too scared, but he couldn’t remember how to react for a while.

       “Long Xing,” Song Jun heard Xia Hongshen beside him say in a deep voice, “flashlight.”

       Long Xing was not far away from them and responded, “Oh, okay.”

       There was a rummaging over there, and it seemed that Long Xing was looking for a flashlight. He soon found it, made a soft click, and pressed the flashlight switch, but it didn’t light up.

       Suddenly, there was someone beside Song Jun who took his left hand, and then he heard Feng Junyuan’s voice next to him, “Is it broken?”

       Song Jun breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Feng Junyuan’s hand was cold, and he guessed that he was probably feeling scared, so he took the initiative to hold his hand.

       Long Xing responded, “Yeah, it seems to be broken. Wait a minute, I’ll look for the lighter in my backpack.”

       He continued to rummage through his backpack in the darkness.

       Xi Anling was still standing by the door, urging uneasily, “Hurry up.”

       Long Xing was a little anxious because of her urging and said, “Don’t worry, I remember it’s in this bag.” After a moment, he said happily, “I found it.”

       ‘Click’ Long Xing lit the lighter, and the light returned to the ancestral hall instantly. However, the flame lasted less than a second and then went out immediately.

       In that extremely brief moment of light, Song Jun discovered something that instantly froze the blood in his body. He saw Feng Junyuan standing next to a window, looking in the direction of Long Xing, not by his side at all.

       At the same time, Song Jun also heard Xi Anling scream. The girl’s voice was slightly shrill, especially scary in the silence. She said, “Song Jun, who is next to you?”

       Click, click, click. Long Xing continued to try the lighter in his hand, but it couldn’t light up.

       Who was next to Song Jun? He didn’t even know who it was. All he knew was that he was still holding that hand, as cold and stiff as a dead person.

       Who was holding his left hand? Who was holding his right hand? Who was Long Xing? Who was Feng Junyuan? What was this place? Which of what he saw and heard was true? Which one was fake?

       Song Jun couldn’t tell the difference anymore. He shook off the hand being held, not just his left hand, but also the hand holding Xia Hongshen on the right. He began to panic and tried to escape and stumbled a few steps. His body hit the altar table, and because of the heavy impact, the spiritual tablets placed on it fell to the ground with a crackle.

       “Song Jun,” someone grabbed his arm and called his name.

       Song Jun tried to break away in panic, “Who are you?”

       However, the man’s hand was very strong, and he could not break free. He heard the man say to him, “I am Xia Hongshen.”

       “Senior Brother Xia?” Song Jun murmured.

       Xia Hongshen said, “It’s me; don’t be afraid.”

       Next, Xia Hongshen put his arms around his shoulders and held him in his arms.

       Song Jun could feel the warmth of Xia Hongshen’s embrace. His head rested on his shoulder, and he opened his arms to hug him. His chest was pressed tightly together. He could feel Xia Hongshen’s heartbeat.

       He finally relaxed himself and slowly closed his eyes.



       Song Jun was stunned; who was talking?

       “Cousin?” The voice sounded above him again.

       Xia Hongshen? Song Jun opened his eyes and suddenly found that the surroundings became brighter. He raised his head and saw the person holding him in front of him. He was shocked to find that this person was not Xia Hongshen.

       “Cousin? What’s wrong with you?” The man was still calling him.

       Song Jun asked in confusion, “Who are you?”

       The man smiled, “What’s wrong with you? I’m your cousin. How come you don’t recognise me in the blink of an eye?”

       “Cousin?” Song Jun repeated and then asked, “Who am I?”

       The man’s laughter was endearing, “You are Wan Mingguang. What’s wrong? You don’t even recognise yourself after staying abroad?”

       Wan Mingguang? That’s right, he is not Song Jun. He is Wan Mingguang. He was the eldest son of the Wan family. His family was the richest landowner in these dozens of miles, and this entire mountain belonged to his Wan family.

       He lifted his head and found himself inside Wan’s ancestral hall. Right, he had brought an oil lamp from outside, rumoured to be a celadon lamp from Ru kiln1is a famous and extremely rare type of Chinese pottery from the Song dynasty, produced for the imperial court for a brief period around 1100.. He personally placed the oil lamp on the ancestral altar in the hall, then knelt down, sincerely offering a stick of incense to their ancestors.

       However, after Wan Mingguang successfully returned to his hometown, less than five years later, the Japanese invaded. That year, the entire villager was driven to the Wanjia Ancestral Hall by the Japanese, who wanted to burn them all to death.

       The whole villager knelt inside the ancestral hall. When they saw the Japanese setting up firewood and pouring diesel on them outside, no one dared to stand up and resist.

       Wan Mingguang was kneeling in the crowd. His chest was heaving violently because of his anger. One of his hands was bleeding when he pinched it. He was so angry that he wanted to stand up, but his cousin held his hand.

       His cousin shook his head at him. Those Japanese had guns, and if he dared to stand up, the first one would be killed.

       It was not that they didn’t want to resist; it was that they were powerless in the face of the black hole of gunfire.

       A Japanese man picked up the oil lamp on the altar table and threw it towards the firewood. The lamp did not break and quickly ignited the firewood.

       The people in the ancestral hall started to riot. No one wanted to be burned alive. However, no one expected that the ignited firewood would not ignite the entire ancestral hall, but instead, as if there were evil spirits, the flames rushed toward the Japanese.

       The Japanese’s whole body was quickly ignited by fire. Even if they tried to run down the mountain and rolled on the ground, they could not extinguish the fire on their bodies. The people in this village watched as this group of Japanese were burned alive by the fire in front of them.

       “The ancestors are showing up!” someone shouted loudly.

       Everyone in the village knelt and kowtowed to the ancestral tablets.

       Wan Mingguang stood up and walked to the darkened firewood, picked up the oil lamp, wiped it carefully with the hem of his clothes, and then placed it back on the altar table with his hands high.

       Then he knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully.

       From that day on, the whole village respected this oil lamp as a god and passed it down from generation to generation to keep the lamp burning forever.

       However, things changed, and more than twenty years later, Wan Mingguang was tied up in this ancestral hall. The young people surrounded him and condemned him because he was the son of a landlord and a remnant of feudalism. There was a sign around his neck and a hat on his head. Someone was chanting his accusations loudly, and another was pressing his head to the ground. His forehead was rubbed on the ground until it was stained with blood.

       He saw his cousin also standing in the crowd, who could not bear to look at him but did not dare to stand up and say a word.

       The charges were announced, and he was surrounded by those young people who punched and kicked him. This condemnation was his last experience, and in this instance, looked at the oil lamp on the altar table in front of him and breathed his last.

       He was not willing to give in. How could he be willing to do so? It was the oil lamp he brought back that saved the lives of the whole village, but these young people whipped and beat him mercilessly, causing him to die without dignity. He would never be able to rest in peace forever.

       Wan Mingguang died, and at the same time, the light of the oil lamp began to dim slowly and slowly. Until twenty years ago, the oil lamp was completely extinguished. The villagers tried many methods and added more lamp oil, but the lamps were not lit anymore.

       The day after the oil lamp went out, two young people in the village had an accident and drowned while playing in the river.

       People in Wanjia Village began to panic, thinking that the boy’s accident was related to the extinguishing of the oil lamp. To this end, the villagers invited a famous medium from a nearby village to ask the gods. After communicating with the ‘gods’ in the ancestral hall, the medium told them that they had to use young people as sacrifices and human oil as lamp oil to light the oil lamps again.

       The villagers were sceptical. Someone added the body oil of the dead boy to the lamp oil, and sure enough, the lamp was lit again.

       This oil lamp couldn’t be extinguished. Once the oil lamp was extinguished, the whole village would suffer. These were the words left by the medium before she left.

       The whole village sat around and discussed for several days and nights, and finally decided to select a young man from the whole village as a sacrifice every year and use their body fat as lamp oil to keep the lamp alive.

       In order to provide sacrifices and, at the same time to maintain the continuity of descendants, people in the village strive to have more sons. As long as they were not selected as sacrifices after their age, they could grow up safely…


       “Song Jun?” Feng Junyuan squatted next to Song Jun and gently reached out to pat his face.

       Song Jun was still unconscious. He suddenly fainted after being held in Xia Hongshen’s arms. Xia Hongshen put him on the ground, but he never woke up.

       Before they knew it, the sky outside had begun to turn white, and the fog seemed to have dissipated.

       At this time, there were many footsteps outside the ancestral hall, and someone shouted loudly, “What the hell! How dare you run wild in the Wanjia Ancestral Hall! Get out of here!”

       Xi Anling looked out from the crack in the door and saw villagers holding flashlights in their hands and others carrying wooden sticks and hatchets, gathering outside the ancestral hall.

       Someone wanted to break in but was stopped by the old man at the front. He said that he would not desecrate the ancestral hall and told everyone inside to get out.

       “What should we do?” Xi Anling said, “We are surrounded.”

       At this time, Feng Junyuan shouted, “Song Jun is awake.”

       Song Jun slowly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Junyuan squatting in front of him.

       Xia Hongshen turned to look at him and said, “He is not Song Jun.”

       Feng Junyuan was stunned, and then he saw Song Jun’s eyes glowing red and grabbed his neck.

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Chapter 36 – The Road (3)

       The Crested Ibis stopped among the mountains, its fiery red wings shining in the sun. Chen Xiao reset the coordinates and looked up at Tristana, who was lying on the wing basking in the sun.

       “The royal family’s support will arrive in the afternoon. If we leave at night, we can reach our destination at noon the day after tomorrow.” Chen Xiao asked, “When do you want to leave?”

       After a long while, Tristana replied lazily, “You fly the aircraft, and drive the road. Why are you asking me.”

       “Then we’ll set off at night.” Chen Xiao said without hesitation.

       Tristana snorted and murmured, “You’ve already thought about it, and you still want to ask me…”

       Chen Xiao raised his eyebrows. He stood under the wing, folded his arms and said calmly, “I’m just looking for an excuse.”

       Tristana: “?”

       Chen Xiao: “To talk to the person I love.”

       “…” Tristana blushed and gritted her teeth, “Cheesy! Scumbag!”


       Qin Yun placed several familiar weapons on the ground to practice assembly and disassembly and was immersed in his work. Suddenly, the cry of an electronic bird came from above his head, and an emerald fax bird flew above. Qin Yun raised his face and smiled.

       Moschery’s handwriting was neat, and every stroke appeared to be extremely earnest.

       “Don’t let yourself get hurt.” The Emperor’s beginning was simple and clear, “I have sent an escort for you. Remember to hide at the back when encountering problems. Don’t rush to the front like a fool.”

       Qin Yun: “…”

       “Think of me every day.” With a vacant line, Moschery wrote, “Think more seriously, don’t do it half-heartedly.”

       Qin Yun couldn’t laugh or cry. He hadn’t expected that when Moschery said he wrote cheesy stuff, it wasn’t just a polite remark. It was really foul to write the letter like a love letter.

       His Majesty the Emperor continued to write, “Zhongyan misses you very much. He plays with the crystal bones you made every day. I really want you to see how stupid he looks now, how stupid he can be.”

       “…” Qin Yun imagined that scene, and his shoulders twitched as he couldn’t help laughing. He simply lay down on the grass, raised the letter above his head and read it slowly.

       One-fifth of Moschery’s letter was used to inform him of the situation and to tell him not to do this or do that. The remaining four-fifths were either words of love or nagging.

       Qin Yun had witnessed the Emperor Majesty’s peculiar side as a ‘friend to women(?)’…

       “Today, I actually saw Skarter knitting a scarf for Lin Dongliang.” Moschery said in the letter, “He also said that he has no way to control his body temperature and that he has to rely on external objects to keep his cold neck warm in winter… What about me? Scarves are all over the streets, and he won’t buy one. Lin Dongliang wearing the ugly one he knitted would be a sight!’”

       Then, the Emperor’s writing seemed to become hesitant. He scribbled and revised it for a long time before finally asking, “Are you afraid of the cold in winter? What colour do you like for your scarf?”


       The mountain breeze was gentle, and the sunlight dappled through the branches and fell on the grass carpet. Qin Yun couldn’t help but cover his face with the letter paper, and his nose was filled with the fragrance of ink.

       After a long time, he turned over and sat up, carefully folding Moschery’s letter into his arms.


       Since Berlin was grounded, the Cabinet’s actions have obviously become much lesser. The Emperor’s statement that he wanted to find out who attacked the Queen’s spacecraft was obviously not just a talk. If he really wanted to peel off the cocoon layer by layer, the consequences would definitely be disastrous.

       The Cabinet finally panicked.

       First, they publicly issued a statement in support of the Emperor’s wedding, and then the royal family took back Skarter’s military power on the grounds that they needed to send someone to escort the Queen back to his mother’s home for a visit.

       When everything was settled, Berlin was finally released from being grounded two days later.

       His Majesty the Emperor once again graciously visited the residence of the Prime Minister. The Iron Lady’s expression was extremely unpleasant. She stared coldly at Moschery’s face, “Are you satisfied this time, Your Majesty?”

       Moschery nodded indifferently, “I hope you can keep up, Madam.” He waved his hand to signal the withdrawal of the guard.

       “The wedding will be held as planned when Qin Yun comes back.” Moschery ordered in a calm tone, “Please give my Queen a bigger red envelope. After all, this is only a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

       Berlin: “…”


       Although Paulie stayed on the Crested Ibis as a captive, her treatment was obviously much better. Tristana and Chen Xiao didn’t take her seriously at all, and the only one who looked the weakest was actually the most difficult to deal with…

       When Paulie started crying again, Qin Yun had no choice but to acknowledge that this child might be made of water…

       “We won’t do anything to you.” Qin Yun touched his head in embarrassment, “You can go back if you want… Should I ask the escort to take you away?”

       Paulie was sobbing and wiping tears, “How could I still have the nerve to go back… Averio must have expelled me…”

       Qin Yun: “Then you can go to the military headquarters. You are so capable. The military has always been in short supply of high-level guides.”

       Paulie lowered her head and cried silently, giving people the illusion that she wished she could cry forever…

       Qin Yun sighed helplessly and frowned, “You are embarrassing Averio like this. As the guide’s representative, is crying the only thing you can do?”

       Paulie probably didn’t expect that the other party would say harsh words. She was stunned on the spot, with wet tears still on her face.

       Qin Yun said with a cold expression, “The country doesn’t want to see the academy raised a trash like you. There are no tears on the battlefield. If you fail, your life will be lost. Do you understand?”

       Paulie subconsciously sat upright, not daring to cry anymore. She looked at the other person with a blank look and nodded after hesitating for a long time. Qin Yun finally eased his expression. He left the food for Paulie and walked out alone.

       Tristana leaned against the door and smiled when she saw him coming out, “Nice momentum.”

       Qin Yun didn’t expect to be looked at by her, and he was a little embarrassed. Just when she was about to say a few polite words, she heard the female general sigh, “Finally, you have the Queen’s aura. His Majesty is really good at teaching you. Not bad.”

       Qin Yun: “…”


       Under the protection of the escort, the Crested Ibis arrived at Horqin Grassland at noon on the third day. However, when they arrived at Qin Yun, they discovered that their thinking was too simple… The grassland was so big and they didn’t even know where Bixi is?!

       “Let’s find a yurt1A yurt or ger is a portable, round tent covered and insulated with skins or felt and traditionally used as a dwelling by several distinct nomadic groups in the steppes and mountains of Inner Asia first.” Chen Xiao suggested, “People have to live somewhere.”

       Tristana couldn’t help but start arguing with him again, “You are stupid! Thousands of yurts all have the same shapes, do you think you this is a spot the difference game?!”

       Chen Xiao was dissatisfied, “Do you not understand the road is right under your nose2Prose written by Taiwanese famous prose writer Zhang Xiaofeng? Do you think your mouth can be used for other purposes besides eating?”

       Tristana was furious, “I’m going to bite you, you idiot! It’s a pity that I only have one mouth to curse you, and that’s not enough!”

       Qin Yun: “…”


       The two argued for a long time with no result, and finally, Qin Yun came up with an idea.

       “I think the one with the most horses should be Bixi’s house.” He found several of the largest horse farms and marked them, “We can search for these places separately… We can just meet up with each other after we find Bixi.” ”

       “But…if you find her first, don’t call her Aunt or Auntie.” Qin Yun said with an extremely serious expression.

       Tristana and Chen Xiao looked at each other, “Why?”

       Qin Yun: “We can’t call her old anyway…”

       Tristana was a little curious, “You didn’t call her mom before?”

       Qin Yun said in horror, “Of course not…she will kill me.”

       “…” Chen Xiao, “Then what did you call her?”

       Qin Yun struggled for a while, then reluctantly said, “…Little Bixi.”

       Tristana: “…”

       Chen Xiao: “…”

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Sorry…  I’ve been as busy as a dog at the bank recently… The news about the adjustment of national interest rates is reported every day… I really can’t spare the time to type… The outline is all written…

Qin Yun will be able to regain his guide ability in five chapters. I will try my best to keep updating daily…maybe the number of words will be smaller…just think of it as a way to save money ORZ

Qin Yun was actually telling them not to call Bixi 阿姨(Ai) : woman of similar age to one’s parents or 伯母(bomu) : polite form of address for a woman who is about the age of one’s mother
Anything but a name that indicated Bixi is old, kek

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Chapter 34 – Lamp Oil

       Thousand Years Lamp’s wick?

       All the legends about the Thousand Years Lamp Song Jun heard were from Xia Hongshen. He had no idea what the Thousand Years Lamp really was, and, in truth, he didn’t have much desire to find out either.

       What he was a little afraid of was whether Xia Hongshen would leave the mortal world and return to heaven after finding all the Thousand Years Lamp, and then he would be left alone.

       It was neither too early nor too late at this time, so Xia Hongshen said it would be better to take a nap first and wait until tomorrow.

       Song Jun lay back on the bed, feeling a little uneasy.

       Unexpectedly, Xia Hongshen lay beside him and suddenly put his arms around him.

       Long Xing returned to the bed beside the bed and had no intention of returning to the bed to sleep. Feng Junyuan’s body was pressed against the wall motionless, but he must not have fallen asleep that quickly.

       Xia Hongshen held his shoulders, let him rest his head on his chest, and stroked his hair.

       Song Jun wanted to push him away, but it was too quiet around him, and he didn’t have the nerve to make too much noise. Moreover, he was indeed frightened, but now, leaning on Xia Hongshen made him feel at ease.

       Just like that, Song Jun fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. When he woke up again, it was already dawn.

       Xia Hongshen was still lying next to him, hugging his shoulders, and Feng Junyuan slept like a child, with his head on his back.

       Song Jun sat up, waking Feng Junyuan, who opened his eyes with a bewildered expression. Xia Hongshen, on the other hand, seemed to have been awake all along. After Song Jun sat up, he also got up.

       They brushed their teeth and washed their face. The water on the mountain was made from snow-melted streams, which was bone-chillingly cold.

       For breakfast, each person had one steamed bun, and they weren’t even provided with pickled vegetables. Song Jun squatted in the courtyard, nibbling on the steamed bun, and pondered that the village secretary probably couldn’t wait to send them away.

       After breakfast, Long Xing called Lü Hai and the others and said that a car had been sent up the mountain. Two cars and a trailer had arrived at about noon to take them down the mountain together.

       Since there was nothing else to do in the morning, Xia Hongshen told Secretary Wang that they would go out for a walk.

       Of course Secretary Wang agreed and even offered to let his eldest son accompany them for a walk in the village.

       Xia Hongshen didn’t refuse, so Secretary Wang called his eldest son out.

       His eldest son was 17 or 18 years old, and his name was Wang Dong. For mountain people, he was already considered an adult, and he said that he might get married next year. Even though he was not old enough to obtain a marriage certificate, they would first celebrate with a banquet.

       Wang Dong took them around the village. The villagers he met along the way looked at them warily, and their defensive posture was very obvious.

       Song Jun looked at the villagers and recalled the nightmare last night. Suddenly, he had an idea that made him shudder. He wondered if, including Wan Jingsheng, many young people had died in this village. And whether these deaths were somehow connected to the people in the village.

       Actually, Song Jun didn’t notice what the village looked like when rushing back and forth yesterday. However, after walking around today, he found that the village was no different from what he had seen in his dream. He even saw the two-story building he witnessed last night, where a young man was pushed from the second floor, resulting in a bloody and violent fall.

       Song Jun looked at the small building in a daze. However, the small building was very quiet then, and no one could be seen through the windows on the second floor.

       Noticing that he was distracted, Wang Dong asked, “What’s wrong?”

       Song Jun came to his senses, shook his head and said, “It’s nothing.”

       Until they reached the hillside to the north of the village, Song Jun stood still and looked around. He was now very sure that this hillside was the hillside he had visited in his dream. He saw many funeral processions walking up from the path below the hill and proceeding towards the top where the wooden house stood.

       The wooden house—Song Jun looked up and saw that building standing alone on the top of the hill.

       “What’s with that house?” Song Jun suddenly pointed in that direction and asked Wang Dongdao, “Does anyone live in such a remote place?”

       Wang Dong raised his head and looked, “Oh, there, huh? That’s the village’s ancestral hall, which has a history of hundreds of years.”

       “Ancestral hall?”

       “Well,” Wang Dong said, “a place where ancestors’ tablets are enshrined.”

       Xia Hongshen said, “Can I go and have a look?”

       Wang Dong laughed twice and said, “Probably not. The old rules in the village are that no one from outside is allowed in. They say it is blasphemy against the spirits of the ancestors.”

       Hearing this, Xia Hongshen said softly, “I understand.”

       Wang Dong ruffled his head and said, “I’m sorry, Teacher Xia.”

       Xia Hongshen said, “It’s alright, it’s me who was rude.”

       However, before noon, Long Xing received a call from Lü Hai, saying that they might not be able to go up today because they encountered a landslide on the way up the mountain, and the road was blocked.

       Although it had rained here two days ago, it was a bit strange that they would encounter a landslide in the middle of nowhere. Even after the emergency rescue cleared the mountain road, it would be at least tomorrow before the car could drive up.

       Upon hearing the news, Secretary Wang’s expression changed.

       Long Xing said to him, “If it’s inconvenient, let’s go to the village chief’s house and spend the night today.”

       Upon hearing this, Secretary Wang quickly said, “It doesn’t matter, there’s no need, just stay one more night.”

       In the afternoon, Xi Anling also came to Song Jun’s room and complained, “Why can’t we leave yet?”

       Song Jun didn’t know what to say; it was just like how they couldn’t get down the mountain the day before. It seemed just like what Xia Hongshen said; someone deliberately wanted to keep them here and was unwilling to let them leave until the purpose was achieved. Who was it? What’s the purpose?

       But Xia Hongshen said casually, “We’re not leaving. We have things to do tonight.”

       Xi Anling froze for a moment and asked somewhat nervously, “What is it?”

       Xia Hongshen did not answer him.

       Song Jun sat on the edge of the bed, observing the people inside the room. There was always a strange feeling as if they were forcibly brought together with no apparent connection, yet he didn’t find it too out of place.

       Long Xing was sitting on the doorstep, playing his game with his head down.

       Feng Junyuan was beside him, holding his face with his hands, his eyes falling on the screen of Long Xing’s mobile phone, saying nothing.

       Song Jun felt a little awkward listening to Xi Anling and Xia Hongshen talking here, so he walked to Feng Junyuan and wanted to sit beside him. Three people couldn’t fit on the doorstep. Long Xing, trying to sit down, lost balance and fell backwards, and Feng Junyuan quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back up.

       “Thank you,” Long Xing stood up, patted his butt and sat on the edge of the bed.

       Song Jun sat down next to Feng Junyuan and asked him, “Don’t you want to go back?”

       He was actually very curious about Feng Junyuan because he knew that Feng Junyuan didn’t like Xia Hongshen.

       Unexpectedly, Feng Junyuan said, “It doesn’t matter.”

       Song Jun was stunned for a moment, and then Feng Junyuan asked him, “Are you afraid?”

       Initially, he wanted to say he was afraid, but after a little hesitation, Song Jun still said, “No, it’s nothing.”

       After it got dark, Xia Hongshen stood in the small courtyard of Secretary Wang’s house and raised his hands, and then said to Song Jun and others, “You can come out now.”

       Song Jun followed Feng Junyuan and Long Xing out of the room. He saw Xi Anling opening the door and slipping out of the next room.

       The entire Wang family was asleep, and no one would notice their whereabouts.

       Song Jun felt a little cold, so he tightened his clothes and followed them out of the courtyard gate. In fact, he was very nervous. He knew where Xia Hongshen was going and had a premonition that he might see something terrible. He didn’t want to go but didn’t dare to stay alone.

       Obviously, everything had nothing to do with him, but Song Jun felt that maybe he was too unlucky.

       The place Xia Hongshen wanted to go was the ancestral hall of Wanjia Village on the top of the hillside. It was said to be an old ancestral hall with a history of more than 100 years. It was unknown how many ancestors of the villagers were enshrined in the ancestral hall.

       Song Jun was originally walking at the end. When he saw Xi Anling walking with difficulty wearing a pair of high heels, he subconsciously reached out to pull her.

       As a result, Xia Hongshen’s eyes immediately swept over and said, “Long Xing, go help Anling, and Song Jun, come here.”

       Long Xing walked over and helped hold Xi Anling’s hand. Xi Anling turned her head and curled her lips.

       Song Jun walked to Xia Hongshen, and Xia Hongshen took one of his hands and put it in his jacket pocket, feeling soft and warm.

       Wanjia Ancestral Hall—that was the words written on the plaque hanging outside the ancestral hall.

       The ancestral hall might have been renovated in recent years. The colour of the paint still looked very bright. It seemed to be cleaned frequently. There was not a lot of dust on the high beams.

       Long Xing held a flashlight in his hand, slowly shining it through the door of the ancestral hall, and then suddenly turned off the flashlight light.

       Even though a door separated them, they could still find light inside. Then, Long Xing reached out and pushed open the door of Wanjia Ancestral Hall.

       Inside the ancestral hall, there was a tall and wide offering table with many spiritual tablets densely placed on it, and there was indeed an oil lamp burning on the desk.

       Xia Hongshen stepped over the knee-high threshold and walked in. Song Jun’s hand was still held by him, so he had no choice but to follow him in. He raised his head and looked around inside the ancestral hall. The light of the oil lamp was not bright, and it flickered. The shadows left by the tablets on the wall seemed constantly jumping.

       Feng Junyuan, who was following closely behind them, paused and said, “Such a heavy Yin energy.”

       Song Jun shivered slightly. He couldn’t feel the so-called yin energy, but he could also feel the gloomy atmosphere here.

       Xia Hongshen walked towards the altar table in front. Song Jun pulled him hard to express that he did not want to go there.

       Unexpectedly, Xia Hongshen turned around and looked at him, a little confused, but walked to the altar table one step at a time, staring at the oil lamp.

       Song Jun avoided the spiritual tablets and followed Xia Hongshen to look at the oil lamp. He suddenly said, “Huh,” and asked curiously, “Why is the lamp oil yellow?”

       Xia Hongshen said, “Because human fat is yellow.”

       Song Jun was stunned for a moment, then realised the meaning of his words, and his eyes widened suddenly. He felt as if the air was filled with a greasy smell of burning human fat, and he couldn’t help but feel sick.

       “Wow,” Long Xing also came over and looked at the oil lamp, “Sucking people’s fat to make lamp oil? Isn’t this too crazy?”

       Xi Anling stopped when he heard this and was not willing to get close at all.

       He didn’t know when, but a layer of fog seemed to begin to fill the air outside. Xi Anling was the first to discover it. She was closest to the gate of the ancestral hall. She walked to the door and said, “It seems to be fogging up.”

       As soon as she spoke, the fog became thicker, and in an instant, all that was left in front of her eyes was a fog amidst the pitch blackness, and she couldn’t see anything clearly anymore.

       “It’s such a heavy fog,” Xi Anling also began to have a bad feeling.

       She wanted to step out of the ancestral hall door and see what was going on outside. Suddenly, she saw a hand reaching out from the thick fog as if it wanted to catch her.

       Xi Anling screamed in surprise, closed the door of the ancestral hall with her backhand, and then gasped for air and said, “There is someone outside!”

       Maybe it was not a human being; maybe it was a ghost.

       Xia Hongshen had reached out to take the wick from the oil lamp, but he retracted his hand after hearing Xi Anling’s scream.

       Song Jun stood close to Xia Hongshen and couldn’t help but look around.

       In the silence, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the window several times.

       It was a window on the left side of the ancestral hall. The sound of knocking on the window sounded leisurely, but it seemed particularly strange in the silent night.

       Song Jun immediately became alert when he saw Feng Junyuan, while Long Xing walked towards the window and even reached out to open the window.

       Song Jun immediately wanted to stop him, but before he spoke, Xia Hongshen said first, “Don’t open.”

       Long Xing withdrew his hand and turned to look at Xia Hongshen.

       Xia Hongshen said, “Don’t move, just calm down first.”

       Song Jun swallowed silently. He felt a layer of cold sweat on his palms, not knowing what he would encounter next.

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Chapter 13

       The sun seemed to come out too early on Sunday morning. Zhan Weiyang hadn’t gotten enough sleep before the sun’s rays shone in through the window and onto the bed, reflecting the pattern of the curtains on his quilt.

       He slowly turned over in the quilt, stretched out a few fingers to grab the edge of the quilt, and pulled his head up into the quilt until most of his face was covered, and then his fingers slightly loosened, weakly. He was resting on the edge of the quilt and didn’t want to move.

       He slept until noon and didn’t get up until Pei Qing came to wake him up.

       When Zhan Weiyang got out of bed, he found that his right knee hurt more than yesterday. It hurt even when he bent it even slightly. He put on a pair of long pants and walked downstairs slowly with his right leg straight.

       When his grandmother saw him walking downstairs, with a worried look on her face, she said, “Why is it worse than yesterday?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I’m fine.”

       Grandma waved to him, “Come here.”

       Zhan Weiyang tried hard not to look so limp when he walked to his grandma.

       Grandma was sitting on the sofa, bent down and rolled up Zhan Weiyang’s trouser legs to look at the injury on his knee. She couldn’t see if there was something wrong with it, so she had to raise her head and shout, “Qingqing.”

       Pei Qing was helping Auntie Luo set the table. When he heard her call, he put the chopsticks in his hands on the dining table and walked towards them, “Grandma.”

       Grandma said, “You take Yangyang to the hospital this afternoon. I’m afraid he may have broken a bone.”

       Pei Qing squatted down, gently poked Zhan Weiyang’s red and swollen knees with his fingers, and then looked up at him.

       Zhan Weiyang opened his eyes wide and pursed his lips, shaking his head at him.

       Pei Qing asked, “Does it hurt?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “It doesn’t hurt very much.”

       Pei Qing took a look at her grandma’s anxious expression and said to Zhan Weiyang, “It’s better to go to the hospital.”

       Zhan Weiyang suddenly bent down, put his arms around Pei Qing’s shoulders, and whispered in his ear, “I don’t want to go to the hospital.”

       Grandma’s ears were not that good as she was older, and she couldn’t hear clearly what Zhan Weiyang said.

       After he finished speaking, Zhan Weiyang still held Pei Qing’s shoulders and looked at him nervously.

       Pei Qing then said, “Bend your knees.”

       Zhan Weiyang moved slowly, endured the pain, and squatted down. He then stood up, holding onto the sofa.

       Pei Qing stood up and said to Grandma, “The bones are fine. If he breaks his bones, he won’t be able to move. Don’t worry, Grandma.”

       Grandma said, “As long as his bones are not broken.”

       Pei Qing said, “I will buy him some bruise-healing medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood clots and spray it on him in the afternoon. He should be fine soon.”

       Grandma nodded, “Alright then, let’s eat first.”

       After lunch, Grandma and Auntie Luo saw that the weather was fine and pushed the wheelchair out for a walk in the park again.

       Pei Qing went to buy medicine for Zhan Weiyang, and Zhan Weiyang was the only one left at home.

       Just as Zhan Weiyang limped his way up the stairs to the second floor, he heard the sound of the doorbell downstairs. Somewhat displeased, he peeked out of the window of his room to see Chen Youyou standing at his doorstep, holding a plastic bag and looking bored as he waited for someone to answer the door.

       “Chen Youyou!” Zhan Weiyang felt strange and called him from the window.

       Chen Youyou waved his hand, “Hurry, come open the door.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “My knees hurt.”

       Chen Youyou said, “It’s so hot.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I just came up.”

       Chen Youyou said, “Do you have ice, coke at home?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I’ll be there. I’ll open the door for you.”

       He closed the window, left the room, walked downstairs with one leg straight, holding on to the handrail, and walked over to help Chen Youyou open the door to his home.

       Chen Youyou came in, grabbed his clothes, fanned himself, and handed him the plastic bag.

       Zhan Weiyang lowered his head and asked, “What?”

       Chen Youyou said, “Gr4p3s.”

       Zhan Weiyang looked at him without knowing why.

       Chen Youyou said, “I t-told my Mom that you fell and got hurt, and I’m coming to see you. My Mom asked me to buy some fruit.”

       Zhan Weiyang said quickly, “Thank you, Auntie.”

       Chen Youyou waved his hand, changed his shoes and walked inside. This was not the first time he came to Zhan Weiyang’s house, and he didn’t need Zhan Weiyang to lead the way. As he walked, he said, “Ice Coke, Ice Coke.”

       Zhan Weiyang followed him and said, “There is no ice coke. There is ice cream.”

       Chen Youyou said, “That’s fine.”

       After eating an ice cream, Chen Youyou stretched his legs comfortably, half lying and half sitting on the sofa.

       He casually found an excuse to go out, mainly to play games with Zhan Weiyang and to visit Zhan Weiyang’s injury. Seeing Zhan Weiyang limping, he asked in a perfunctory manner, “Is it still painful?”

       Zhan Weiyang replied, “It’s okay.”

       Chen Youyou said next, “Then let’s play games.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Okay.”

       The two of them were sitting on the sofa, playing mobile games as a team.

       Zhan Weiyang’s gaming skills were as good as his basketball skills; in fact, he was even better than Chen Youyou, able to carry him to higher ranks in the game.

       But just as they were starting their second game, Zhan Weiyang heard the sound of keys unlocking the door. He instinctively put down his phone and turned to look, and saw Pei Qing coming in from the outside with a plastic bag in his hand.

       Zhan Weiyang stood up quickly and called out, “Qing ge, you are back!” He walked towards the door, remembering that Pei Qing had gone out to buy medicine for him.

       Pei Qing glanced at Chen Youyou, who was focused on playing games on the sofa, then looked at Zhan Weiyang and asked, “Does it still hurt?”

       When other people asked Zhan Weiyang this question, he said it didn’t hurt, but when he heard Pei Qing ask him, he subconsciously said, “It hurts.”

       He felt that if he said it hurt, Pei Qing might comfort him.

       Sure enough, Pei Qing reached out, touched his head, and said to him, “Go sit down, and I’ll spray you with some medicine.”

       Zhan Weiyang walked to the sofa and sat down. Just as they lost this round, Chen Youyou raised his head in anger and shouted, “Zhan Weiyang!”

       With a smile on his face, Zhan Weiyang said to Chen Youyou, “This is my older cousin—Pei Qing.”

       Chen Youyou looked at Pei Qing, stood up for a moment, and said, “Hello, older brother cousin.”

       Pei Qing smiled at him and said, “Hello.”

       Zhan Weiyang stretched out his right leg and rolled up his trouser leg, his eyes filled with anticipation as he waited for Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing put the plastic bag on the coffee table in the living room, squatted down, took out the bruise spray inside, lowered his head and read the instructions carefully. After a while, he unpacked the package, holding Zhan Weiyang’s calf and the other holding the spray bottle aimed at his knee; he sprayed a bit and then looked up, asking him, “Does it hurt?”

       Zhan Weiyang felt that the calf he was holding was itchy, and he couldn’t help but want to move it. However, he felt nothing from the wound, so he shook his head.

       Pei Qing continued to spray medicine on his knees and, at the same time, said, “Don’t keep moving; don’t go up and down the stairs.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Oh.”

       After spraying medicine on his right leg, Pei Qing asked him to roll up his left trouser leg as well and also sprayed some medicine on the minor scratch on the left side.

       During this process, Chen Youyou kept looking at them with a somewhat dumbfounded expression.

       Pei Qing sprayed Zhan Weiyang, put the spray cap on the coffee table in the living room, and then said, “You guys take your time and play.” After that, he walked towards the stairs.

       Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou watched him go upstairs together.

       Chen Youyou turned around and said to Zhan Weiyang, “Your older cousin is, very handsome.”

       Zhan Weiyang nodded in agreement.

       Chen Youyou added, “Do you think he, or Xie Ling is handsome?”

       Zhan Weiyang opened his mouth and suddenly realised that there were some things he couldn’t say, and if he did, he might get points deducted. He held it in until his face turned a little red, and he closed his mouth with difficulty.

       Chen Youyou said to himself, “It’s better, be the older cousin.”

       Zhan Weiyang asked him, “Why?”

       Chen Youyou said, “He seems, nice.”

       The two played games all afternoon. Chen Youyou got up to leave when Grandma and Auntie Luo came back.

       Grandma asked him to stay for dinner, but he refused to agree no matter what and said he wanted to go back, so Zhan Weiyang sent him out. He originally wanted to escort him to the gate of the neighbourhood, but Chen Youyou stopped him, saying that he was limping when he walked, so he’d better be good and stay at home.

       When Zhan Weiyang came back, Auntie Luo had just entered the kitchen to prepare dinner. Grandma turned on the TV to watch TV series.

       It was still a little early, so Zhan Weiyang thought of going upstairs. As he took a step onto the staircase, he suddenly remembered that Pei Qing had just told him to stop moving and not to go up and down the stairs. So he silently took his feet back and walked over to sit beside Grandma on the sofa and watched TV with her instead.

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Check out the angst novel I co-tl with my friend here~

And please buy me some kofi if you like the translation~

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