Chapter 149 Date

A moment before...

"Don't worry, leave it to me. It's absolutely no problem!"

"You have to believe me!"

The delicate and slender painter, looking like a frail willow and a white rabbit, but actually yellow inside, patted her flat chest and spoke eloquently: "Humans all yearn to close the distance with those they like. For example, we set a safe distance between two people. We'll leave people we don't like. That's called a safe distance."

"But we yearn to get closer to those we like. That's called intimate distance."

"And then there's the final negative distance..."

"And a few types of variations that aren't recommended, such as mental enemies but physical negative distance; or mentally in love but watching the other person at negative distance with someone else, etc. That's called nt..."

Before the painter could finish, a palm descended from the sky.

The honest and hearty heroic spirit used a chop to knock the painter unconscious and drag her away.

"Ahahaha, this, this guy drank some fake alcohol, Miss Jue, you don't need to mind her."

And in the end, the painter, with a thumbs-up, forcefully pushed this lap pillow.

No man could resist the lap pillow of a girl they admired.

None!

In fact, the painter said that even women couldn't resist the lap pillow of a beautiful girl.

Who wouldn't crave a beautiful girl?! Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Girls crave it even more, okay?

And at this moment, what was placed before Head Curator Wei was Jue's lap pillow, the ultimate advanced version of love at first sight, childhood sweethearts, and a childhood sweetheart that fell from the sky. Wei Yuan's hesitation on whether to pillow or not pillow didn't exceed a second.

Hesitation? What a joke.

Do you know the gold content of Bamboo of Nanshan?

Holding his breath, he turned around stiffly, lying on the sofa, the dragon bones in his back tightening little by little, as if facing a great battle, his feet on the ground also stiff, and as for his neck, it was as if in that moment the iron content successfully exceeded Wei Yuan's own head.

It was as if the world had frozen, without any thought or sound.

As if the world ultimately consisted of just you and me, and everything else lost its meaning.

Finally, Wei Yuan's head rested on the girl's lap.

Even through the winter pajamas and pants, he could still feel a kind of fiery sensation transmitted through the fabric, his heart beating faster, and when Wei Yuan's head rested on her lap, the girl's body trembled, and she made a soft, low sound: "Mmm..."

Wei Yuan's body stiffened.

The heavenly maiden's face was flushed: "It's a little itchy..."

Wei Yuan subconsciously wanted to get up.

The girl's fair fingers pressed on his brow, holding him down: "Don't move."

Jue took a deep breath, and then her voice was a little trembling:

"It's even itchier..."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Wei Yuan stiffly returned to his original state.

His stiff body slowly softened and relaxed.

When his head rose and fell, the girl couldn't help but make a light and soft nasal sound because of the itchiness, and Wei Yuan's heart beat wildly as if it had been pierced.

In the second-floor loft, the Vodka Maiden, who had forced the water ghost to voluntarily submit his equipment, was closely watching this scene, hugging a pillow and twisting on the bed, the smile on her face couldn't be stopped. Finally, finally, the CP I've been shipping is finally going to happen...

She looked down from the second-floor loft.

She saw the water ghost preparing to enter the door with cheerful steps.

With a sneer, she clenched her fingers and threw a bottle of limited-edition Happy Water directly outwards. Along with the parabola, the water ghost instantly took the bait, leaping sideways to grab it, and at the same time as he grabbed the Happy Water, a rope套套套套套套 slipped over his right ankle.

The Vodka Maiden's slender body tightened and exerted force.

Her right foot was on the ground, and her left foot was stepping on the wall next to the window.

Her hands were holding the rope, heaving and hauling, pulling the water ghost directly to the second floor.

She used all the strength she used to drink vodka.

A delicate little face flushed red.

He still wanted to come a third time.

Dream on, you bastard!

I've been guarding against you, you 'little cutie.'

In the end, the water ghost was directly tied into a twist, with a wad of cloth stuffed into his mouth.

Successfully stopping all of this guy's verbal communication abilities.

Then she secretly looked down.

Jue hummed a song she had heard in the Peach Blossom Spring dream, using immortal arts to stimulate the growth of poppy flowers, extracting the flower liquid, and pressing her fingers on Wei Yuan's brow. It was just a simple massage method, but for some reason, the turbulent emotions in Wei Yuan's heart gradually disappeared.

Probably because of the fragrance of the poppy flowers.

Probably because the massage technique really worked.

Probably because...

Wei Yuan's emotions gradually calmed down. He closed his eyes and lay on the sofa. After the sudden, unprepared, violent impact had passed, the sadness at the very bottom of the tide could surge and emerge. People's emotions often have a characteristic of lagging.

When personally encountering everything, one isn't particularly sad.

Some people can still be rational and calm when seeing off their relatives.

But when they return in the middle of the night, alone, perhaps just occasionally thinking of a few words from a deceased relative one day, they will be so sad that they can't speak.

The girl keenly noticed the fluctuations in Wei Yuan's emotions and asked casually:

"Are you very tired?"

"Yes... suddenly, a little tired."

Wei Yuan closed his eyes and answered like this. He was silent for a moment, whispering about the old ox and the bearded man. In fact, when the old ox left, he was also very reluctant. Qingniu said that he couldn't find Lao Dan, couldn't find Master, couldn't find Zilu...

But he was the same, he could never find those people again.

He had experienced more partings and originally thought he would get used to it.

But he later discovered that even after experiencing it again and again.

People can never get used to parting.

At most, they can only force themselves not to look back, just move forward, pretending to have forgotten everything.

But pretending to forget is always just pretense. The things you force yourself to forget are often the ones that are most unforgettable. Somehow, familiar faces appeared before his eyes. Then he saw the Heavenly Gate. Smiling and leaving him, but he could only stand here.

They had once sheltered him from the wind and rain, and then we walked side by side, and finally watched them gradually drift away, until we couldn't see anything anymore.

No matter how many unforgettable, life-and-death battles he experienced.

In the end, only he himself was left behind in the human world.

'Teacher is sleepy, let's sleep for a while...'

'A'Yuan, when I return to Nanyang, we'll live together.'

'I won't live in the next life...'

'Yuan Shixiong, Shi Pantuo, I can't send you any further.'

'Run!'

'The Yellow Turban Army Qu Shuai Sili is here!!!'

'Malt is really sweet...'

Wei Yuan couldn't look back, because everything in the past had turned gray. There was a blaze of light in front of him, but behind him was a void deep enough to swallow him whole. He couldn't look back, absolutely couldn't look back.

The essence of a person is the sum of all social relationships.

If we define it according to this sentence, then Wei Yuan's life has long been fragmented.

Fragmented couldn't even describe it, it had even ceased to exist.

He even knew very clearly, he wasn't a fool, of course he could see such a future—that Zhang Hao who was gradually becoming like a Taoist, the great monk, Zhang Ruosu who was a friend despite their age difference, Dong Yuefeng, the neighbor's aunt, these friends would eventually wither and disappear, leaving him.

He would watch the neighbor aunt's child become old and decrepit.

He would personally collect Zhang Ruosu's bones.

He would one day put the great monk's relics into the Wild Goose Pagoda of the Yogācāra School.

Then he would return to the museum, and subconsciously say, what should we eat today? When he turned around, he would only see the nine-ringed tin staff leaning against the wall, hearing the wind howling as it passed through the nine rings, and burst into tears in such an afternoon, unable to say anything.

Little Fish was a living corpse, she would also watch her friend Lin Ling'er grow up, get married, have children, and eventually become old and decrepit, and Wei Yuan's current lifespan was even enough to see the day Little Fish passed away.

In the end, the museum would have the Shangqing Sect's sword, the only non-human disciple's waist tag from the Weiming Sect, the strongest talisman of the true cultivators for thousands of years, the nine-ringed tin staff of the Yogācāra School, and Wei Yuan himself.

Countless people illuminate life, but in the end, they will definitely return to dimness.

And because the time spent together was enough to make an ordinary life become brilliant and beautiful, the darkness when the light dissipated was also terrifyingly deep. Five thousand years of time, the suffering of reincarnation pitied by the Lord God was finally completely exposed to Wei Yuan's eyes in the old ox's whisper. The fear and nothingness almost drove him mad.

Where are you...

I can't find you anymore.

During the Tang Dynasty, he mocked himself, burning his remains to thank the common people, we are all ruthless people.

But in the end, I can't learn to part.

He thought of the Western Queen Mother's playful look when she asked him.

He thought of Lao Tzu's regretful gaze in the Spring and Autumn Period when he wanted to take him away from the secular world.

Wei Yuan murmured to himself: "The Great Dao is ruthless, the Supreme Being forgets emotions."

His voice paused.

"But where emotions are focused."

"It is in our generation."

………………

As an unofficial member of the Tu Shan clan, a member of the special operations team stationed at the Old Street Museum.

The Vodka Maiden, while shipping her CP,

didn't forget to take out the camera, preparing to share fresh and hot CP content with Nü Jiao.

The water ghost next to her leaned over, curious: "Strange, why does Boss seem so scared?"

"Scared of what..."

"Huh?!"

The Vodka Maiden casually replied, then realized who said that, and suddenly turned her head, staring at the water ghost over there as if she had seen a ghost. No, this guy is a ghost.

"Why are you out?!"

"No, how can you talk?"

"What a joke, who do you think I am!"

The water ghost raised his head, triumphantly, and said: "You actually wanted to use something other than Happy Water to block my mouth, I think you are insulting me."

"You..."

The Vodka Maiden was blocked by a sentence, but felt that what this bastard said seemed reasonable.

The delicate girl put her fingers against her chin and said:

"I know ordinary cloth can't block you."

She slightly lifted the hem of her nightgown, a blush appearing on her delicate face:

"But what if it's a吊带吊带吊带 white silk..." (diao dai - suspender/spaghetti strap)

Water ghost: "？！！！”

Before he could react, the girl slapped the water ghost's head with a drawing board with her backhand, directly straddling him and gnashing her teeth with left and right combo punches: "You thought about it, right? You really thought about it. You're not just a water ghost, you're also a big pervert!"

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

"This is a museum, no horny stuff allowed!"

Water ghost died.

Finally, he managed to raise his hand: "I only have one question..."

"What?!" The girl's face flushed red.

The water ghost used his last strength to shout: "Black silk yyds!" (永永远远的神 - forever and always the best!)

Because it's the same color as Happy Water!

Then he was beaten violently. If she wasn't worried about being heard downstairs, the Vodka Maiden would have given the water ghost a German arch back slam to teach him how to be a ghost. But when she finally locked up this guy, she thought of something and asked curiously: "Why did you say the curator was scared?"

The bruised and swollen water ghost raised his head and replied blankly: "What's the curator at altitude?"

"Are your ears soaked in Happy Water?!"

"Yes." A matter-of-fact answer.

"Ah, this, this..."

The girl painter was speechless.

In the end, the water ghost understood the question, scratched his head, and said: "This, it's normal, right? You also know that the curator has lived many lives, and now his friends have all left, right? To put it another way, he's actually at the point where all his relatives and friends are about to die."

"If you replace him with anyone else, good friends, relatives, comrades-in-arms are all gone."

"You'd be numb too, you'd go crazy if you were him."

"It's probably like walking alone in the pitch-black night, with fog everywhere, and rain falling from the sky."

"You can't see the road ahead, you can't see the road behind, and there are cliffs on both sides."

"You can only walk forward, and no one knows if one step will cause you to fall to your death."

"To be honest, it's already strange that the boss is still normal like this." The water ghost pondered: "Generally speaking, people like that either go crazy or become those stone-like, aloof people, playing games in the world, not caring about anything, just like the immortal who slayed the dragon of the Great Ming in the legend, ethereal and unfeeling."

"It seems like they left behind a legend, but if you study it carefully, you'll find that this guy is actually very cold and doesn't really have the breath of life."

"Like a normal person with joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness like now, um..."

"It must be because we're by his side!"

The water ghost suddenly realized, his right fist slammed into the palm of his left hand, triumphantly.

He received a pink fist strike.

Finally, he twitched at the corner of his mouth and said: "I'm not kidding anymore."

"It's because, um, probably because there's something binding him, such as, some kind of person who has been with him from the beginning, in every life? Only such a person can dispel that constant pain of loss, but, this is also dangerous."

The water ghost sighed, like a philosopher, of course, the posture of being sat on by the girl's butt didn't look like a philosopher at all. He said: "Just like the first bottle of Happy Water, if it was left, I would definitely cherish it."

"If, if there really is such a person."

"Accompanying the boss every time from the very first life, then, the loss of others in each life will increase the weight of that person in his heart, becoming nourishment for the emotion, just like if I drink a box of Happy Water and there's one bottle left, it will be even more precious, um, probably like that."

"This process will continue to cycle."

"Each life, each life will stack up like this, only making the originally precious emotion more and more important."

"I think, the boss is like a kite. The more he experiences, the higher he flies. No wind or rain can stop him. The fiercer the storm, the higher he will fly, but, a kite has a string..."

"It's like a submarine diving alone in the deep sea, it still needs to be connected to the land."

"Once, once they lose their only connection to the human world."

"Then the submarine can only be lost completely in that deep sea that is as black as another world, swallowed by the loneliness in the deep sea. No matter how powerful and cutting-edge the technology is, it cannot reverse human loneliness and fear. And if, if the kite's string breaks..."

The painter's mind subconsciously flashed an image of a submarine swallowed by darkness in the deep sea, and a kite that fell from the sky after the last string broke, smashing to pieces. What truly destroys them is not just the string or the connection, but that it will unleash all the accumulated loneliness and helplessness.

The water ghost was still sighing, still about to open his mouth.

The Vodka Maiden directly punched him, followed by rinsing his mouth with the Elixir of Life, directly KO-ing the water ghost.

"Glug glug glug... Down!"

Unable to get up again.

The girl painter put her hands together with a snap, praying devoutly.

"The child doesn't understand, the child doesn't understand."

"If Curator Wei is gone, where will I freeload, ah no..."

"Tui, tui, tui, what kind of words are those."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Downstairs, the heavenly maiden Jue was massaging Wei Yuan's brow, able to feel that his surging emotions and hidden sadness were gradually dissipating. Seeing Wei Yuan close his eyes and fall asleep, she thought about making him sleep more comfortably on the bed.

She was going to put away the flowers.

But as soon as she moved slightly, Wei Yuan suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed Jue's wrist. The girl was stunned for a moment, and then reached out and pressed on Wei Yuan's palm, "Don't worry, I'm still here."

Wei Yuan lowered his head, his breathing slightly rapid, like losing the last bit of light while walking in the night.

He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jue was curious, and then smiled and comforted: "It's okay, Yuan, you can rest a little more."

"After all, you're very tired."

She had already controlled her emotions, maintaining the composure of the Kunlun wind.

To be able to still restrain her heart's waves at this moment, maintaining gentleness.

Hmph, the mental defense of a thousand-year wind is unparalleled, this is a newly developed divine power!

Even Yuan, don't even think about breaking through, I am carrying the glory of Kunlun!

Wei Yuan didn't answer. He suddenly took a deep breath, raised his head and said:

"Jue."

He said: "Let's go on a date, shall we?"

"Eh?"

The girl's perfect smile froze.

The sound of whooshing came to her ears.

Like the sound of the flowing wind collapsing in defeat.

Defense, defense...

I can't defend against it.

Her eyes widened, finally reacting.

"Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh?!!!"

PS: Today's first update... 5,000 words, thank you to Bu Yuan for the ten thousand reward, thank you~

Recently, my schedule has completely changed, but I feel that the length of my brain's active time each day is stable. After a long time, I will become a salted fish, just changing from sleeping at four in the morning to sleeping before eleven at night, pondering, maybe exercising can increase the upper limit?