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Lingering Red Dust, how many joyful voices and laughter.
Amidst the swirling dust, how many Foolish Man and Vengeful Woman.
Is all of this real, or just a dream?
Or is it merely an old dream from a Goddess's afternoon nap?
If all of this is an illusion, did it ever exist?
Those heartbeats, that deep affection.
Let the land of that year be Heaven, rather than desolate under heaven and earth!
Jinse.
Jinse has fifty strings without reason, each string a pillar of thoughts about youth.
Zhuangzi wakes from a dream, confused like a butterfly, Wang Di entrusts his heart to Azalea.
The moon over the vast sea shines with tears, the sun warms the blue fields and smoke rises from jade.
This feeling can wait to become a memory, yet at that time it was already bewildering.
"Look, fireworks." Qing Lian gazes with longing at Zhu Qing beside her. "Will you regret today?"
"I won't," he replies softly. There is a kind of man who is taciturn and even unremarkable, but with just a gentle word, he can make a woman rely on him for life; his gaze is as enduring as mountains and rivers.
There really is such a romantic thing as "Love at First Sight," but it was accomplished by the least romantic man.
I can't help but applaud the "Cheating"; Zhu Qing is truly a model among reserved men!
I've hit a bit of a bottleneck; it's hard to write the protagonist after an outstanding Supporting Male Character appears. I'm crying.
Let's have an interlude.
Fireworks,
Do you remember watching the fireworks together? I saw the sparkle in your eyes.
The cold, biting wind blew you toward me.
Holding you in my arms, I didn't think too much.
The impulse in love often makes it hard to comprehend,
No matter how much emotion you invest, it turns out that the sentimental ones get hurt the most.
Thinking of your embrace, this feeling is a fleeting memory.
Between you and me, sometimes things change suddenly, just like fireworks.
They disappear in the next moment.
Thinking of your smile, this scene is a fleeting memory.
Keep it in your heart, the forever you spoke of, remains in yesterday.
Let it be the most beautiful memory.
Let’s continue our journey through time.
"What is this?" Fengyin asked Hibiscus softly.
"Fireworks."
They bloom with ultimate beauty, then vanish without a trace; is that their fate?
"Mom." Fengyin instinctively shared this moment with Mute Mother, unconsciously searching.
"My coin is missing." Since it was the dress given by Hibiscus, she hadn't had time to sew on the button, and the sachet she kept at her chest was already lost.
Fengyin panicked, desperately trying to recall in her mind, but to no avail. Just like Grandpa cherished his beard, her treasure was Mute Mother's coin, which still held her mother's warmth. Now she could finally understand Grandpa's feelings of losing his beard; it was a sense of unfulfilled attachment and shattered faith.
The world had fallen silent, reminiscent of that night seven years ago when Mute Mother lost her warmth. She walked along the white path endlessly. It turned out that this youthful love could not redeem her frozen heart; perhaps she was repaying a debt of gratitude. Her eyes were filled with endless confusion, yet her mind was extremely clear. The Celestial Pipe called this enlightenment; if one could attain enlightenment, they could achieve celestial destiny and complete their three lives, ultimately becoming an immortal. But I ask, are there immortals in this world? Buddhism refers to this as breaking through; it means that worldly desires have cracked open, and with the wisdom to see through the mundane world, if one’s senses are pure and they cultivate wisdom roots, they can enter the path of emptiness.
At this moment, Fengyin experienced a moment of realization; cracks appeared in her worldly heart. Her originally delicate heart transformed into nine orifices. If one could achieve completeness in three bodies and see through the mundane world, they could transcend above immortals and Buddhas, becoming the Goddess of the Nine Heavens.
The water surface rippled slightly as the fireworks in the sky captivated everyone's attention. Hibiscus was also lost in thought, but what he saw was the lake surface where ripples danced. A lotus flower emerged from the water, quietly blooming. From its center stepped out a Doll in Pink, growing towards him with the wind. Finally, it floated before him and handed him an elegant sachet while making a shushing gesture with its small hand. Although exquisitely cute, this scene felt too otherworldly. The Doll in Pink looked longingly at Fengyin before retreating back into the lotus flower. Yin'er? Sensing the Doll in Pink's gaze, Hibiscus turned to look at Fengyin. Seeing her confusion in her eyes, he thought she also saw this strange doll and flicked his finger against her smooth forehead to show her the sachet he held.
Fengyin blinked as her gaze cleared up; she treasured the coin and placed it against her chest. Her eyes flickered lightly; what had she been thinking just now? Why couldn’t she remember?
"Sweet hawthorn candy!!!"
"Take it all, and if you can't finish, bring it back to the palace," Xuan Li said boldly.
"Come, come, have some candied hawthorn," Mel called out.
"Qing Lian, here."
"Thank you, Husband."
"Brother Emperor, I want another one!"
"Jinse, why aren't you eating?"
"Toothache."
"The doctor is right here," Hibiscus said as she brought the starry-eyed Fengyin over and casually handed her a stick.
Fengyin took it but didn't eat; she just waved her hand at Jinse. "You eat it, don't be afraid. Remember the Fragrant Pill?"
Hibiscus turned Fengyin around to look at her face. "From now on, with me around, there's no need for this veil."
"But you told me to wear it today."
"Now I've changed my mind. I'm not afraid of others coveting you," Hibiscus said with a serious expression. "Even if others try to harm you, I can protect you."
Then she continued earnestly, "I love your carefree laughter, eating without worries about the veil falling off or getting dirty. You shouldn't have to prepare another one just in case. This thing, you don't need to wear it anymore." Hibiscus removed Fengyin's veil and let it flutter in the wind and ripple in the water.
"You shouldn't be so good to me." She wasn't confessing love; she was just repaying a debt of gratitude—something she couldn't afford to feel.
Is there really immortality in this world? Is it so strange for people to traverse realms?
If heaven has feelings, it would grow old as well. The immortals all say, "The Goddess is heartless."
"I am Hibiscus, with the courtesy name Jin Zhi. I was captivated by you at first sight and fell deeper upon our second meeting. May I ask for your name, fair lady? How old are you? Are you married?"
Fengyin bit into a candied hawthorn while looking at the earnest and imposing Hibiscus.
"I only wish to come and propose."
A hint of sadness flashed in Fengyin's eyes.
"Benefactor, I bow to you," she said, kneeling at the bow of the boat, her expression sincere and heartfelt. Hibiscus was taken aback, frowning as he helped her up. Before he could ask, Fengyin spoke again, "Fengyin's origins are unclear and family background unknown. My master and grandfather are elderly, with no one to care for them. I cannot marry." After saying this, she gazed out at the lake's surface; no matter how much affection a young man might have, worldly matters would inevitably wear it down.
They both expressed what they truly wished to say.
For a moment, aside from the laughter coming from behind, the wind was still, and the water was ethereal.
"Young master’s great kindness is like tying grass to repay a favor. Fengyin's life is fragile; I cannot bear the weight of your kindness. Let us part here." With that, she waved her sleeve and flew away.
Life is but a dream; how much joy and sorrow can there be?
"You keep saying you owe me a debt of gratitude; is this how you repay me?" A trace of sorrow flickered in Hibiscus's eyes. "Because you cannot marry, you would forsake this affection too?"
"I cannot bear to see you marry and have children in the future; let this affection end here." A faint voice seemed to respond, lingering only in his ears.
The timid you, the shy you, the confident you, the ethereal you, the tender you, and now the resolute you—what kind of person are you truly?
Hibiscus was overwhelmed with sorrow, her heart already enchanted.
As the lights dimmed, the younger the love, the more beautiful it appeared like fireworks.
Suddenly, it came to a halt; some words were stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.
“Jin Zhi, this is what true love looks like.” Unbeknownst to her, Mel was already standing in front of Hibiscus. “Love isn’t beautiful; it’s thorny. You can’t say she doesn’t love you; you can only say that the feelings are deep but the fate is shallow.”
Seeing Hibiscus silent, Mel awkwardly continued, “You see me pretending to be foolish just to win her favor, yet she is infatuated with you. Should I blame you or hate her?”
“You anticipated this?” Hibiscus was taken aback.
“Do you remember Lady? Lady, Lady, joyful for those who understand her; sorrowful for those who cannot let go. I enjoy listening to music; this song always expresses the singer's emotions. Jinse Girl sings this song out of infatuation, while Fengyin was not immersed in it at that time. This shows she is not unable to let go; in my opinion, Fengyin is timid in love and has pent-up feelings.”
A beauty that could captivate a nation or a city was hard to come by. Was she telling him that she was unattainable? That kind of longing and shared sorrow weighed heavily on her mind—why did it linger?
It turned out her heart was so distant.
“Tell Xuan Brother I’ll take my leave first.”
“Alright, Jin Zhi, if fate brings us together from afar, don’t be too sad.”
Fengyin flew away without knowing how long she had been gone or how far she had traveled. By now, dawn was breaking; a night had passed, and she could no longer muster even a trace of energy, lacking the strength to walk. Why did thoughts of marriage make her want to escape? As she rested, she concluded: he was a benefactor to her; all she could feel for him was gratitude. He liked her as she was now; he didn’t know her past—a past that would only evoke sympathy. A beggar knows nothing of love. She feared his pitying gaze and words; such words would have moved her when she was seven, but now she could not accept them.
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