June 30, 2024

Wangchuan - Part 5

I had been living a calm life for too long, suddenly it was announced to be over.

Zimiao stood by the window, with the setting sun coming through and casting a handsome shadow on the coffee table behind him.

I sat opposite, my gaze occasionally drifting through the swirling steam rising from the teacup, lingering briefly each time before moving away.

I had seen this figure in the faint orange light countless times, in the summer rain, winter snow, spring flowers, and autumn moon of Fulong Mountain, and it has been engraved in my heart.

"This small shop you opened is hidden away in the market and has its own elegance. It's very good." He turned around with an appreciative smile on his lips, "Shaluo, you've grown up."

"Have some tea," I raised the teacup to him, taking a sip for myself first. At this time, I had to do something to cover up the breathless uneasiness that I have been unable to reduce since I saw him.

But, I burnt my tongue and hastily spit it out, instinctively fanning my mouth.

Seeing my embarrassment, he smiled.

His smile didn't make one feel awkward, but I still blushed and didn't dare to look at him.

Sitting opposite me, he picked up the cup, gently blowing on the dark green tea, and took a sip. There was no sign of discomfort on his face. He took another sip and smiled, "Although this tea is bitter, it has a sweet aftertaste, its fragrance is hidden in the depths, and its taste is endless. Good tea, good tea!"

"This kind of tea is a specialty of Unceasing. I call it Fleeting Life."

I haven't been back to Unceasing for a long time, but fortunately, everything remained the same. I can still sit here peacefully and make a cup of my Fleeting Life. It's just that I never expected that when I took out the teacup again and brewed that cup of clear and green tea, the one drinking it would be him.

Ao Chi doesn't drink tea. He sat in the nearest place to me, took out a pile of walnuts from nowhere, constantly cracking them open and eating non-stop.

In Unceasing's hall, the otherwise quiet atmosphere is continually disrupted by the cracking sounds.

I held the cup, gazing into the air, while Zimiao sat nearby drinking tea as if no one else was there, and Ao Chi ferociously cracked walnuts. Oh, there's also Ao Chi's unexpected "relative" lying down in the bedroom who had not woken up yet.

Ao Chi abruptly tossed away the walnut shell, jumped up, rushed towards Zimiao, grabbed his collar, and asked loudly, "Are you really not dead???"

"Ao Chi!" I stood up, grabbing his fist with bulging veins, "What's gotten into you? Hasn't he already made it very clear?!"

Before returning to Unceasing, Zimiao explained everything with his usual calmness.

The reason behind the "accident" that almost made both Ao Chi and me lose our three hun and seven po[1] wasn't complicated—

That day, I, who had been missing, suddenly appeared in the woods where he and Xuechang lived. It was the first time he and I argued, and I left in despair. He watched my departing figure without chasing after me.

Three days later, he went into the mountains to search for a delicious wild fruit for Xuechang. While passing by a deep pool, he happened to see a young child struggling in the water and shouting for help. He jumped in to save the child, but little did he know, the child had an incredible strength and grabbed onto him, pulling him deeper into the water at a surprising speed. In the chaos, he only felt like he stepped on something hard, and immediately it seemed to be stuck to him, and he was dragged deeper by it. And the child continued to cling tightly to his waist, never letting go. He also used spells to free himself, but nothing worked. Along the way, everything was pitch black before him, with only the sound of rustling in his ears, like a nebula flowing by, and he couldn't tell the direction.

After a while, the object under his feet pushed him upwards, and when everything returned to brightness, he found himself by the shore of Duan Lake. The child stood in the water, grinning at him, and said, "Water God of the Four Directions, I have offended you. Please wait here for seven days, and you will meet an old friend." With that, the child dived into the lake and disappeared without a trace.

After a brief observation, he realized that this Duan Lake was different from before. Upon further exploration, he discovered that the world had completely changed its appearance. Calculating the time, he realized that in the blink of an eye, he had traveled across thousands of years. Although he didn't know where the child came from, since he was already here, he was at ease and stayed by Duan Lake.

Then, he just waited till a "metal bird" fell, along with me.

He said that the moment our plane crashed into Duan Lake, he felt a familiar aura. But he was not completely sure yet. It wasn't until that same night when the man and the woman broke into Duan Lake and fought fiercely, while he was secretly observing the situation from the sidelines, I really appeared before him in the flesh, and that's when he knew who the "old friend" the child mentioned was.

"Do you think I would believe this?" Ao Chi released his grip and looked at me, "Do you think life is some boring soap opera? Time travel?" He grabbed Zimiao again, scrutinizing him from head to toe. "This guy must be a bad intentioned demon in disguise! Remember that time when someone impersonated me to deceive you?"

"Ao Chi!" I felt inexplicably annoyed and raised my voice. "Whether he's Zimiao or not, nobody in the world knows better than me!"

As soon as these words came out, all three of us fell silent for a moment.

Ao Chi took three deep breaths, released Zimiao, slumped back into his chair, and continued venting his frustration on the walnuts without saying a word.

"Married but still uncertain," Zimiao smiled and shook his head.

"It's not your turn to lecture me!" With his head held high, Ao Chi crushed the three hard walnuts in his hand into pieces.

"Could you please calm down a bit?" I already had a headache, and this guy's loud voice would only make me more upset.

"Where am I not calm?" Ao Chi threw a walnut at my head, "I am not a man made of water. There's no way I'll remain silent like a woman!"

"How dare you throw that at me!" I grabbed a handful of walnuts and threw them back at him, a completely instinctive reaction.

Zimiao watched us making trouble with each other, sipping his tea cheerfully.

Walnut shells were flying in the air, along with chair cushions, teacup lids, and more. Such scenes of complete chaos seemed to be a common occurrence for Ao Chi and me.

Amidst the fierce battle, a red figure cautiously moved in from outside.

Ao Chi's "relative," the girl who had nearly died at the hands of the scaly man, walked gracefully towards us.

It seems that the tonic I had given her to restore her vitality is quite effective.

The moment she approached, four words, like horses running out of the sky, galloped back and forth in my mind — beauty is like jade.

She truly lives up to these four words.

Her exquisite features don't need further description. Just a tiny vermilion mole between her eyebrows has an indescribable clever charm. Her light red robe always seems to be gently swaying with the breeze, and with every movement she makes, it floats like clouds before my eyes. The intangible aura rolling out from her gaze, fingertips, cuffs, and skirt hem filled the air with a natural elegance akin to that found between mountains and rivers. I guess that anyone who sees such a woman won't be able to take their eyes off her.

How could such a demure and graceful beauty be involved with that fierce-looking scaly man and almost lose her life?

As soon as he saw her step into the room, Ao Chi's expression immediately darkened, as if he was about to squeeze out water.

"Go back to the East China Sea immediately!" He stood up, blocking her path.

"But I finally got out," she looked at Ao Chi aggrievedly, "It took me a long time to leave, I just..."

"I order you to go back immediately!" He completely ignored her aggrieved look and pointed towards the door. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her body trembled slightly.

I couldn't bear to watch anymore and stepped forward, giving Ao Chi a shove. "If you have something to say, speak nicely. Who are you showing your harshness to?"

Seemingly in a fit of rage all this time, he didn't listen to my advice at all. Instead, he raised his voice and grabbed her wrist. "Don't you understand what I said? I'm telling you to go back to the East China Sea immediately!"

She bit her lower lip tightly, remaining silent for a long time. Finally, she raised her head, plucking up her courage to shout loudly, "I... I came to see my husband. What's wrong with that?!"

Husband?!

Outside, spring was in full bloom, while indoors, the scent of tea filled the air in the quiet room. Yet, I just heard a thunderclap, my ears buzzing with the explosion.

"You call him... husband?" I asked her. She nodded affirmatively.

I took a deep breath, turned around, picked up a teacup regardless of whether it belonged to Zimiao or me, slowly took a sip, and slowly swallowed.

As the tea flowed down my throat, it extinguished something along the way.

"Let her go," I held the teacup, calmly looking at Ao Chi. "Do you think other people's hands are made of iron?"

Ao Chi's gaze is rarely complicated, but this moment is an exception.

He let go of her and stood in front of me with some urgency: "This... I..."

I avoided his hand trying to grasp my shoulder, glanced at the girl, and smiled. "Since you're acquaintances, and visitors are guests, you should help her settle down well. I'm a bit tired, so I'll take a nap. Wake me up in three hours, then explain everything to me. That's it."

So, I left them behind, shutting out the gazes I didn't want to see for the time being, isolating them behind me.

I said I wanted to sleep, but instead of heading to my bedroom, I walked towards Unceasing's door. I had actually forgotten what I was supposed to do so quickly.

Someone wanted to follow me, their impatient footsteps making it obvious who it was even without looking back.

"Don't." I never looked back. The footsteps stopped.

I stepped out of Unceasing's door in the last ray of sunshine today.

I'm not angry. After all, today is the Lantern Festival. How can I be angry on such a good day?

I just feel that the shop is unbearably crowded, even if there are only a few people.


[1] souls. I've explained this in one of the earlier chapters.

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June 29, 2024

Wangchuan - Part 4

The dark and ancient stones build an endless deep space, with each stone having a different shape which seamlessly joins together, indestructible.

He sat cross-legged on the protruding massive rectangular stone platform, his silver scales shimmering intermittently. He parted his lips slightly and exhaled a snake-like white cloud that enveloped his injured right shoulder.

A river, winding into a vast circle, surrounded the stone platform in the middle. The sound of babbling water caused leisurely and crisp echoes in the vast space. In the colorless water, groups of phosphorescent fish swam freely, their numbers incalculable, seemingly infinite. Each fish displayed five colors: black, white, green, red, and blue. As they swam, it looked like a long rainbow, which was quite beautiful.

He breathed slowly, the cloud he exhaled fluctuating in density, and the arrow wound on his shoulder gradually healed.

"It's better to sleep."

High up there, someone spoke.

He opened his eyes and looked up.

His "sky" is always black, devoid of sunshine, wind, or rain, only pieces of hard stones.

"Bring back what's mine so that the world can sleep peacefully." He lowered his head, appearing to talk to himself.

"What if it's not retrieved?" the voice above asked again.

"Who knows me better than you," he said, "You know everything about me—what I love, what I hate, what I must abide by. Why ask me."

"You have the status of a god and the heart of a man, but you're more stubborn than any stone here." The voice sighed.

"You too." He closed his eyes and sneered, "Zimiao's Water God Arrow is one of the three things in this world that can hurt me, as you know. I almost couldn't come back. That little girl is actually far more impressive than me, knowing to borrow a knife to kill someone. Hehe."

There was a long silence.

"Where's your scimitar?" the voice rang out again.

"I gave it to someone when I was coming back. That child saved me." He touched his newly healed wound.

"Should I say that the child is lucky or unlucky? If he can pick up your scimitar, he is doomed to embark on a road of no return. Who is he?"

"He only said his surname is Zhong. There's something in his blood that I've never seen before," he frowned, "Let's avoid irrelevant chatter. Leave! Since you left, don't come back, not even with your disembodied voice."

Once again, silence fell around him.

He must have lived for nearly ten thousand years, perhaps even more.

In his lifetime, he hadn't seen the true sky many times, and had never basked in genuine sunshine. He was both emperor and servant of the underground and darkness.

No, he had seen the sunshine. On that day long, long ago, he risked turning to ashes and arrived at the sea, and in her figure rushing towards him, in her lively eyes, he saw the living sunshine.

He adored her eyes so much that he wished he could shrink into a grain of sand and live in her eyes.

If he could, he would prefer those eyes to never shed tears, only the sound of blossoming flowers and the joy illuminated by sunlight.

So when she cried and pleaded for his help, even if it meant forfeiting his own life, he would stop her tears.

The human world at that time was in a state of constant warfare and unending slaughter. Human beings used the most brutal and ruthless ways to seize even the slightest hint of advantage: food, wealth, territory, and power.

These beings who were created by the Supreme Goddess Nüwa and belonged to the earth angered the Emperor of Heaven again and again. Yet, he still gave the human race chances. He dispatched his subordinates to the human world to teach them to use their strength for farming rather than war, to teach them to treat others with courtesy rather than burning, killing, and looting, and to teach them to appreciate all the beautiful things rather than wasting their lives.

He hoped humans would change.

But after yet another devastating war, where corpses littered the ground and blood flowed like rivers, the Emperor of Heaven was thoroughly disappointed.

The Emperor of Heaven commanded: Use floods and plagues to cleanse the sins of humans.

Only true death can make the people come to realize.

She came to him, begging him to save her village when the flood came.

She knew he had this ability.

Of course he agreed, without even asking why.

He said, I can safeguard the village, but I will fall asleep. Can you come wake me up after the flood recedes?

She promised him that she would definitely come back to wake him, for sure.

Satisfied, he left.

The flood of punishment came as scheduled, and humans paid a heavy price for their actions, countless bodies floating in the water. When the flood receded, the survivors also had to face the onslaught of plagues.

Such punishment finally made some of the living understand that nothing can be better than being well and happy.

He kept his promise and protected the village in his deep sleep. Neither flood nor plague could approach it.

But, she did not return.

The message the Emperor of Heaven wanted to convey to him was: Since you like going against the heavens so much, from now on, you must protect this place just as you are doing now, for all eternity, never leaving even an inch.

Then, a seal fell from the sky.

He fell back asleep.

Without getting angry, he would continue to wait, waiting for her to return and wake him up.

Actually, whether there was that seal or not, the result would be the same.

For as long as she didn't return, he wouldn't leave. He would stay here, guarding the land she entrusted to him.

He is the most trustworthy and hates breaking his word.

A thousand years, another thousand years, he woke up once every thousand years, but never by her call. That seal would prick him once every thousand years, forcing him to awaken.

Every time he woke up, he would be disappointed, then, embracing the wait, he would enter the next sleep.

He heaved a long sigh and moved his shoulder.

Standing up, he looked at the world that belonged to him and muttered to himself, "Those who break their promises must not be tolerated."

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June 28, 2024

Wangchuan - Part 3

Perhaps it's been too long since I've flown against the wind. In this wild storm, my flying isn't going smoothly. The rain lashed at me like a whip, and the fallen leaves swept up in it struck my eyes from time to time, which was cold and painful.

Above me, black clouds churned in the night, concealing any hint of their intentions. The constant rumble of thunder and the bright flashes of lightning posed a constant threat of splitting the sky. I crossed the fields and chased into the mountains, searching for the person I'm looking for.

Before long, countless beautiful lights suddenly danced before my eyes, exactly like the scene I saw when I gazed into the distance in the evening.

The rain and trees obstructing my view seemed to be suddenly pulled away, and my field of vision suddenly opened up - that familiar yet distant Duan Lake was not far from me, its turquoise water rippling, each gentle wave embedded with star-like specks of light. At a glance, it was as if someone had poured the entire universe's starlight into the lake.

Duan Lake, Duan Lake…

One day many years ago, the little tree demon who was too puny to protect herself was here, hiding behind that slender and extraordinary figure, watching as he controlled the waters of the lake in the palm of his hand, watching him use a breath of my true essence and a strand of hair to create a verdant forest...

My mind was momentarily distracted, then snapped back in an instant—

It would be great if the starlight in the lake at this moment didn't sprinkle down from the fierce battle between the two people in mid-air.

Above the lake, two figures—one red, one silver—were entangled in a relentless and aggressive combat. Their movements were too fast for me to clearly make out their faces or moves. I could only see dazzling sparks and dots of light flying out from their fierce clashes and falling into the lake.

I quietly landed in a sheltered spot by the lake, crouched low, and moved stealthily forward.

A lukewarm hand covered my mouth, and the other hand wrapped around my waist, halting my progress.

An indiscernible breath penetrated my blood, my entire body, and heard in the depths of my soul from the two hands restraining me.

The even breathing of the person behind me fell on me, and my back rested on a broad chest. This crackling moment dragged me back to that summer night thousands of years ago, when someone leaned against me just like this, exuding an aura that was extraordinary but not threatening with every breath. Under the clear moonlight, I used to chase that cold, deep, yet soft warmth curiously and greedily.

Eyes can deceive, but feelings cannot, especially for a tree demon like me.

A voice said, don't look back! If you turn around, you'll turn into a pillar of salt!

I looked back, but I didn't turn into a pillar of salt.

I'm no longer the little demon from years past who cried at the drop of a hat and wore my heart on my sleeve. Millennia of trials and tribulations and the changing tides of time have spurred my growth. Or perhaps, I've been buried by time, buried so deep it's immeasurable. It's just that the heart of this tree demon will never again be shown to others casually.

Long black hair, moon-white clothes, the swaying lake lights secretively illuminating a remarkable face, eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth. The contours and lines extending across his face make one instinctively want to reach out and discern whether it's real or illusion.

Shouldn't we have never met again?

That year's drought, that year's rain, that year's tears and parting forever, weren't they already written on the irrevocable fate?

There was no surprise or joy in my eyes, I just looked at him quietly. The name that has been buried for a long, long time, circled in my heart, but it refused to escape my lips.

The person I was looking at was also gazing at me in silence, and slowly, a hint of pleasant surprise dawned in their eyes.

"Shaluo? How could it be you..." His gaze roamed over me, and there was no entanglement, only the joy of reuniting with an old friend.

He never flies into a rage or beams with joy; he's always as calm as a still pond. Even if there's a ripple occasionally, it fades away in an instant, leaving no trace.

"I..."

And? I what? I couldn't utter anything but this word.

What should I say?! Tell me how can it be you? Aren't you dead? Aren't you gone from this world forever? Didn't you abandon me in the Sea of Despair?

There are too many questions that I want to ask, but I find myself unable to ask anything at all. It's a flaw many humans have, and unfortunately, I've caught it.

"Shh! Don't talk." He pressed my shoulder, and the two of us crouched down together. He watched the people fighting fiercely. "Don't disturb them yet."

The pouring rain hadn't ceased, yet not a single drop fell on him or me. An invisible barrier kept the storm at bay.

Such a thing only happens with him, and nobody can copy it.

Rivers, lakes, seas, rain, dew, frost, and snow—all the water sources in the world—are under his command, obedient to his control. Even his clothes dare not be casually dampened.

On the summit of Mount Fulong thousands of years ago, a man and a woman conversed—

Do you have a name?

No.

Then I'll call you Shaluo from now on.

Who are you?

Serving the Emperor of Heaven, Water God of the Four Directions, Zimiao.

Water God of the Four Directions, Zimiao.

Zimiao...

I know he wasn't conjured by illusion, nor transformed from any other supernatural being. I may misidentify the "scent" of many people, but I will not misidentify him. Even if someone used illusions or monsters to conjure thousands of him, I can still pick out the real one at a glance.

He gave me my second life and is etched in my memory. How can I misidentify him?

Crouching next to him, I dared not speak, let alone move, afraid that any word uttered too heavily or any movement too big would shatter everything before me into pieces which I couldn't recover or mend.

At that moment, the silver figure suddenly leaped high into the air, somehow summoning a massive lightning bolt from the sky, striking toward the enemy.

With a loud rumbling noise, nearly all the water of Duan Lake was shaken out. Towering waves surged up, then violently crashed back into the lake.

I heard a woman scream.

After the spray settled, the surface of the lake was strangely calm.

The fight had stopped and the scene became clear.

On the rippling water, a woman in red lay dying, like a weightless fallen leaf.

In front of her, a man radiating silver brilliance all over his body, wielding a curved blade, aimed at the woman's head.

"Give it back to me!"

I heard the man snarl in a deep and low voice.

Suddenly, Zimiao spoke: "Hide behind me and don't come out."

He always said such things to me, when he deemed it dangerous—Shaluo, hide behind me.

Yes, I was too weak at that time, and any random attack could have taken my life.

But that's in the past. Do you still see me as that little demon who needs you to stand in front and shield me from danger?

When a person from the past treats the present you in the same way as in the past, a misplaced force will always shake your direction. To move forward is to resist, to step back is to comply.

Should I move forward or step back?

Before I could make a choice, he had already flown out, a faint green light emanating from his right palm, transforming into the bow and arrow made of water that belonged exclusively to him.

Whoosh! The sharp arrow shot from the bowstring, leaving a slender trail of light in the air, heading straight for the man's shoulder.

Direct hit!

For such a gentle and refined man like him to display such skill with bow and arrow, exuding an unstoppable momentum with just one shot, even a troublesome "evil creature" like Ao Chi from back then was severely injured and fled in disgrace because of his arrow.

This time, I didn't stand behind him.

I landed beside him, hovering in mid-air, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

He glanced at me, words hidden in his eyes, yet ultimately formless.

The sharp arrowhead turned into clear water upon touching that strong body, but it didn't hinder it from piercing through any obstacles.

In this world, it's not necessarily only sharp and angular things that can hurt people.

I saw that strand of clear water used as a weapon penetrate from the man's back. At this time, it no longer retained its original color but turned into a brilliant blue flower blooming in the air.

The man covered his shoulder and retreated several steps. The curved blade released from his hand was like a bunch of dying flames, leaving a faint arc in the air before disappearing.

"She's a girl after all. Being so heavy-handed is uncalled for." He looked coldly at the man.

It was only then I could see clearly that the silver brilliance on the man's body all came from the silver scales covering him entirely. Even his thoroughly valiant face was covered with fine scales. Looking down, what supported his body wasn't legs, but a strong snake tail.

There was no demon aura, nor was he a ghost. I had never seen anything like this before.

The scaled man glanced at Zimiao, his long eyes filled with a blood-like red.

"Hehe, it's the Water God." He smiled strangely, then shifted his gaze to the woman again, "What you owe me must be returned."

With that, he suddenly breathed in hard, and the black clouds in the sky fell like a deluge from a sluice gate, enveloping him and turning into a black tornado, which then spiraled up and disappeared into the night.

Another thunderbolt struck, and a fireball rolled down.

Zimiao gave a low cry: "Be careful!"

Without raising my head, he had already pulled me aside, his large sleeves wrapping around me entirely.

My world suddenly fell silent, except for the familiar heartbeat that was close to my ears.

Several trees on the shore were ignited by the lightning fireballs, flames raging.

I stuck my head out, but before I could say anything, a huge fist rushed between Zimiao and me without any explanation, then veered sharply towards his cheek. Behind the fist came Ao Chi's cold and furious voice, "Courting death?! How dare you touch my woman!"

I guess this reckless evil dragon must not have seen his face clearly, otherwise, he wouldn't have struck, absolutely not.

I was right. He easily dodged Ao Chi's fist and did not retaliate. With a subtle flick of his flying sleeves, a string of icy water splashes leaped up from Duan Lake, splashing onto Ao Chi's enraged face without giving face.

Nobody dares to throw water on his face in public, not even I have enjoyed such an "honor" before.

When Ao Chi's enraged gaze pierced through the water, which served as a clear announcement of punishment and warning, his expression changed in an instant. Even I can't accurately describe the sudden shift in his eyes -  it was really a kind of, a kind of unexpected extinguishing of all flames by a ruthless splash of cold water mixed with silence and even inconcealable dejection.

"Zimiao?!"

Ao Chi did not hesitate, loudly and wonderingly calling out his name. He was much smoother than me. His usual loud voice caused ripples to spread across the otherwise tranquil lake.

"You really haven't changed at all." His smile, as light as clear water, rippled through the darkness. "Evil dragon, Ao Chi."

Ao Chi stood stupefied for what seemed like an eternity, then rushed to my side, firmly whispering, "This guy must be an impostor[1]! Watch me roast this evildoer with the Hainan True Fire!"

He really wanted to do just that. Ao Chi was using his own method to verify his incredulity.

I grabbed him, shaking my head, "He's real."

I stopped and took a deep breath, as if I wanted to store all the oxygen in my body just to have the confidence[2] to say these words—

"He is Zimiao. I recognize him."

I distinctly saw something light up and then extinguish in Ao Chi's eyes.

"But wasn't he... wasn't he utterly destroyed?! At the time of that drought." Ao Chi was asking me, and also asking himself.

That severe drought, that sweet rain, that sandstorm and rain intertwined eternal parting thousands of years ago rose up from the soil of deliberately buried memories, challenging the reason and calmness of both me and Ao Chi.

No one else will ever hold such deep and subtle significance for both me and Ao Chi as Zimiao did.

Me and Ao Chi, two old fools totaling innumerable years, stood before him timidly, even foolishly, on this night that came without the slightest warning.

Back then, the three of us fought inextricably in this lake and forged an indissoluble karma. And now, the three of us are standing in the same place again.

Duan Lake is as before, but the faces reflected in the lake are not even familiar to ourselves anymore.

"I... I woke up and found you gone, so I came looking for you. You don't sleep in the middle of the night and go wandering around, is that what a married woman does!" Ao Chi, probably not used to the silence among the three of us, intentionally shouted at me.

"With all the commotion outside, only a pig like you could sleep through it! If there's an earthquake, you'll be the first to be crushed to death!" I ruthlessly paid him back.

Zimiao lowered his eyes and chuckled, then headed towards the injured woman in red.

"You..." Ao Chi seethed.

I left him and went to check on the woman's injuries.

Zimiao helped the woman lying on the water stand up.

As that breathtakingly beautiful young face was fully exposed in the moonlight just breaking through, her weak gaze looked past me and Zimiao, hesitantly falling on Ao Chi behind me. Her voice, so fragile it could break at any moment, softly called out, "Brother Ao Chi..."

"Dong'er?!" Ao Chi reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, rushing forward to push Zimiao aside, rudely grabbing the woman's wrist. "What are you doing out here!!"

An acquaintance?

Regardless of their relationship, the scene of him grabbing the woman was undoubtedly a real-life version of a bully harassing a girl. I know his brute strength best. The girl screamed when he gripped her, her eyes instantly glistening with tears.

"Ao Chi! Do you want to pinch her to death? Can't you see she's already injured!" I pulled at his hand.

"Speak up, what the hell are you doing out here!" Ao Chi didn't listen to me at all.

"I... I..." the woman stammered.

"I ordered you not to leave the East China Sea!" Ao Chi gritted his teeth, his voice low, each word like an explosive he wanted to detonate but couldn't.

"I didn't go against your will, but... I've been waiting for too long..." The woman was a little incoherent, even her embarrassment and fear evident, yet her beautiful eyes kept looking straight at the furious Ao Chi.

He shook off the woman's hand.

"Brother Ao Chi..." The woman forced herself to stand up, as if afraid Ao Chi would leave her, and grabbed his hand in turn. "I... I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she grew weak and passed out.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"What can it be! Just a relative from the East China Sea!" he snapped at me, lifting the woman onto his back. "Let's talk about it when we go back." He walked away while cursing, "What a lousy day, bringing people who shouldn't have come!"

The moonlight suddenly brightened, washing away the previous turmoil. The genuine shining brilliance of Duan Lake was like a deep eye, watching the backs of the figures that suddenly came and left.


Footnotes:

[1] Ao Chi uses 货 which means goods or product. It's a derogatory way of referring to a person. Literal translation: This product must be a knockoff.

[2] A small wordplay here. 底气 means confidence and also lung power.

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June 27, 2024

Wangchuan - Part 2

"Room 406." The receptionist with golden Afro hair impatiently tossed the room card in front of me. "There is an additional charge for hot water, a deposit of 200 for the internet cable, and a 30% service charge for room service."

I smiled and thanked her, grabbed the room card, and left. Behind us, there were still dozens of people, each anxiously watching the countryside inn's receptionist who had a queen-like demeanor as if awaiting a god's call.

The county government officials had arranged for us to stay in this supposedly best-equipped "Lucky Lodge." They explained that early tomorrow morning, special buses from the city would pick us up and take us to the airport.

Everything finally got sorted out, and everyone felt at ease. If the receptionists here had been a bit friendlier, I think everyone's mood would have been better.

I looked back at the two ladies working impatiently at the front desk. It wasn't their exaggerated hairdos that caught my attention, but a faint bluish black aura fixed between their eyebrows.

Observing the other staff passing by us, each of them looked languid and were yawning incessantly. And without exception, they all had a similar bluish black aura between their eyebrows.

Only humans who have had their essence absorbed by evil beings have such an endlessly lingering color between their eyebrows.

Recalling everything I saw along the way, this Dai County is located in a remote area with many mountains and dense forests, and a large lake embedded in it. They say the mountains and forests are full of demons and ghosts, and strange creatures emerge from the deep water. This small shabby lodge is situated in a particularly unlucky location facing away from the sun, with the front facing the market and the back the fields. Looking out from the bedroom window, there's even a tall old locust tree planted in the backyard.

Due to the wind and rain, the market was deserted, and a gloomy atmosphere hung over the countryside. The branches and leaves of the old tree in the backyard swayed, emitting a mournful sound, merely adding to the chill in the air.

Such a place is naturally the favorite of mountain spirits, demons, and ghosts.

Our room was on the third floor.

The so-called "best-equipped" lodge, aside from a hard bed and a table missing half a leg, had nothing else to offer. The air was thick with dust and the smell of mildew.

After restraining himself for a long time, Ao Chi finally erupted.

He pointed at the bed, the table, the moldy walls everywhere, and finally at me, using his last bit of reason to ask, "Can we leave now? Either return to Unceasing immediately or find a five-star restaurant to have a big meal! In short, I don't want to stay in this crappy place for even a second!"

I hadn't planned on staying either. The passengers were already safe, and Ao Chi and I could return to our city with ease.

But that's out of the question now. When you help someone, you have to help them until the job is done. At the very least, we had to deal with the things that shouldn't exist in this hotel.

Judging by the symptoms of those people, the situation is not too serious, and it didn't appear to be some formidable demon either. If it were, it wouldn't just leave them feeling tired and irritable; it would have sucked their lives dry in one breath.

I told Ao Chi about the situation, but he just gave me a glare. "These people have such terrible attitudes, they deserve to have their essence sucked away. I couldn't care less about them; after all, they won't die."

"They won't die now, but they won't be able to survive if it goes on. Never mind if we hadn't run into this. But after seeing it, we can't just turn a blind eye." I knew his childish temper was resurfacing.

He snorted and flopped onto the bed, sullenly asking, "Is this why you're staying?"

Why else would I stay?!

It's just that it was okay when he didn't ask. When he asked, on the contrary, it made me feel like there might be more to it than just this issue.

The lake in the woods, the heavy rain in the sky, whispered in my heart—

Don't leave, don't leave, stay, stay.

Ignoring Ao Chi, I walked to the window and pushed it open.

Before me lay only empty fields, with lush vegetation covering the rolling hills in the distance. If I'm not imagining it, there are constantly flickering, fish scale-like spots of light, winking at me through the gaps between the trees. I can't tell if they are watching me or if I'm watching them. Is it the light from the lake?

The rain was lighter. A moist and cool breeze flew like sprites from the evening scenery and gently caressed my face, sweeping away all the weariness and discomfort from my body and spirit. It wasn't cold at all. If this wonderful evening breeze was paired by a shower of apricot blossoms and the willow dance, it would herald the arrival of spring.

With my eyes closed, I let my fingers glide over my face, a thin layer of water melting into the warmth of my skin - not evaporating, but permeating.

I couldn't help sticking out my tongue and licking off a few droplets from my lips with the tip of my tongue. They tasted sweet.

This feeling, this sweetness, seemed familiar.

An indescribable nostalgia and fondness crawled into my heart like vines from every drop of rain.

All of a sudden, I thought of the cave I once lived in on Fulong Mountain. Its stone walls were moist and cool throughout the year and covered in moss. Back then, I was very young. Just like now, I dipped my finger into the dew on the moss and put it on my tongue, and the faint, delightful sweetness made me jump for joy like a merry bunny.

I thought I had almost forgotten that taste. But just now, in the instant of opening the window, my long-lost memories were awakened by the entangled wind and rain.

Surprisingly, the sweetness of the rain was identical to the taste of the dewdrops on the moss in my memory.

Such a light but timeless sweetness is unique.

Bang!

Ao Chi pulled me aside, rudely closed the window, and scolded, "You're sick! It's raining, why the hell are you standing here foolishly! Are you going or not?"

Ao Chi waved his hand up and down in front of my eyes, snapping me out of my daze.

"Do you find that lake we fell into familiar?" I grabbed his hand and asked seriously.

"Every lake looks more or less the same, so there's nothing familiar or unfamiliar about it." Ao Chi frowned, gave me a strange look, then felt my forehead, "Did you hit your head during the crash?"

"If you want to leave, leave. I'm staying." I refused outright, plopping down on the bed, glaring at him. "You really don't find that lake familiar?"

"I've seen thousands of lakes, and they all look pretty much alike!" Ao Chi was nearly driven to tears by me, scratching his head hard with a dark face.

"Scratch your head too often and you'll go bald!" I kindly reminded him, my gaze falling on a shabby booklet titled "Introduction to Lucky Lodge" on the bedside table.

I picked it up and flipped through it. Beneath poorly printed photos of the hotel were extensive praises for Lucky Lodge and a brief introduction to Dai County as a whole.

My eyes stopped on one line of text, then went back, moved forward, and went back again. I read it many times — Dai County, boasting beautiful scenery, simple folk customs, and a long history, was known as Daizhou City in ancient times. It was renamed Dai County after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Daizhou City... Daizhou City...

Shaluo, it's getting late, we need to leave!

Leave? Where to?

Daizhou City!

A conversation that was so far away that it had almost turned to ashes jumped out of nowhere in my mind.

Snap! I closed the booklet, stood up, grabbed Ao Chi's hand, and dragged him to the window. Ignoring whether the rain had stopped or not, I forcefully pushed it open and pointed outside, saying, "Daizhou City! This is Daizhou City!"

"Daizhou City?" Ao Chi was still clueless.

"You amoeba[1]!" I angrily stomped on his foot and pointed to the distant hills, "Don't you remember that lake? It's Duan Lake! Where we first met!"

"Duan Lake..." Ao Chi started scratching his head again, but as his eyes finally brightened, he exclaimed, "Oh! I remember now! Back when I escaped from the East China Sea, I was passing by Daizhou City when I saw a lake with clear and lovely water and decided to jump in for a bath... er..."

I furiously knocked him on the head, "You used Duan Lake as your bathtub, and while you were enjoying yourself, you caused the lake to overflow and triggered a rainstorm that almost destroyed the entire Daizhou City! Then Zimiao brought me here, making you..."

As I reached that point, or rather, mentioned that name, I suddenly stopped, feeling awkward.

Ao Chi didn't seem to notice my little abnormality and jabbered on and on, "Right, right! Humph, you even called me ugly, and I wanted to burn you to death right away. Later, that guy shot me with an arrow, and I lost several dragon scales. It hurt so much! Then I escaped to Dongting Lake..." Memories poured out like a box being opened, releasing everything hidden inside, unstoppable.

As we reminisced, Ao Chi's expression gradually turned serious.

It was only then that we both realized that in so many years, neither of us had returned to this place - Daizhou City, Duan Lake, where Ao Chi and I first met. I had left behind a breath of true energy here to help dam the lake by trees, yet somehow, in the subsequent years of our lives, we both seemed to have forgotten about it.

Back then, he was lawless here, and I experienced both joy and sorrow here. But when the invisible guide brought us back here, surprisingly, neither of us recognized it. What a joke. Time indeed wields a cleaver, chopping off human youth and life, as well as chopping off the memories and concerns of demons.

But why did I feel uneasy now that the memories had returned?

"What's the big deal?" Ao Chi took a deep breath, stepped forward and closed the window again, returned to my side, and grabbed my cold hand. "Look at you, you've turned pale. It's just revisiting old haunts. At least, Dai County won't be used as a natural big bathtub by a dragon like Daizhou City was in the past."

"You were indeed quite an as*hole back then." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Who doesn't act like an as*hole when they're young!" Ao Chi retorted with his skewed logic. He lifted my hand, rubbing it gently to warm it up, and smirked, "Fat chance of falling in Duan Lake! Is this God's gift to us on our second wedding anniversary? Should we go plant some kind of love tree or couple's tree by the lake to commemorate it? After all, it's where we hit it off!"


[1] Amoeba is an unicellular organism without a brain... I'm sure you got it.

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June 26, 2024

Wangchuan - Part 1

I am a tree demon, born on the summit of Mount Fulong in the snowy December.

I've drifted along the river of time for innumerable years, countless people coming and going in my life. Some I can never remember, some I can never forget.

I've kept company with flowers and plants, birds and beasts on Mount Fulong, and I have also experienced all four emotions with various humans and demons in the mortal world; I've been an ignorant little maid, and I have also been an infinitely impressive lady boss; I've hated and been hated; I've loved and been loved.

As an unaging and undying demon, I've probably lived too long. Well, too long to sum up my life, and I'm too lazy to retrieve the forgotten past.

So, I just live as happily as I can. The past cannot be recovered, the future cannot be controlled, so I might as well treasure each day. That's enough.

Such a simple idea became more clear and profound to me after I got married.

However, regarding this whole getting married thing, I still have an indescribable sense of unreality to this day.

The plane was bumping slightly in the clouds. I turned my head to look at the man beside me who was sleeping so soundly that he was drooling. His face was still so remarkably handsome that his brilliance wouldn't be lost even a bit no matter where he placed it, not even in this silly sleepy look. The centuries of time haven't left any adverse marks on his appearance. I think it's not because time favors him too much, but because he despises time too much. This man despises too many things - the demons that offend him, the obstacles that hinder him, the dangers that threaten him, and even the "rules" he should abide by as a member of the East China Sea Dragon Clan.

Since the day I met Ao Chi, I have never seen anything or anyone who can surpass him. Even if he loses in a battle, what is lost is only that particular fight, not the person he is. That stubborn, proud head of his will never bow down willingly.

I don't think I'm as tough and domineering as him, but I also never easily lower my head.

Disliking someone is often because they are too similar to you; likewise, liking someone is often because they are too similar to you.

I "disliked[1]" Ao Chi for centuries. Once, I hated his insufferably arrogant attitude when he captured me in the Sea of Despair; I hated how he forced me to live through the excruciating time when I was completely disheartened and wanted to give up on life; I hated how he nagged me like an old lady, controlling me and making me learn various spells I had no interest in; I hated how he tirelessly imitated humans and presented me with a ring every year.

And what I hate most is that he suddenly disappeared from my life for twenty years, all because of the "responsibilities" he had as a member of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, without informing me at all, and even deliberately deceiving me.

That year, he purposely said those outrageous things which made me so angry that I told him to beat it at once. It's the first time he was so obedient and really beat it; beat it for twenty years, leaving me only with the pure-gold dragon pattern amulet that I can't lose or throw away no matter what I do and is always tied to my wrist.

I must have spent too long in the human world, and even my thinking and actions have been affected by the tacky philosophies of the human world — I dislike you when I see you, I miss you when I don't. True to this saying, I indeed embarked on nearly twenty years of searching. I kept walking, kept searching, but he seemed to have evaporated from this world, leaving me no trace to follow. I was a little tired from walking, so I opened a small shop named "Unceasing" in an inconspicuous city, selling desserts, and my customers included not only humans but also demons. They didn't come to bother me; on the contrary, they came to ask for my help.

But I don't think I have provided them with any extraordinary help. At most, I brewed a cup of Fleeting Life tea that is bitter at first and then sweet for them, and listened to them finish a story. I never expected them to thank me because I don't think my trivial actions deserve to be thanked or remembered at all.

But in the end, when I encountered the real enemy, trapped and in imminent danger, these demons unexpectedly gathered around me, giving their all to protect me.

As for that year's sudden calamity, I don't remember much about the details, and I never discuss it with anyone. It was nothing more than a disaster caused by jealousy and obsession. Yet, it fulfilled the saying "to profit from a disaster." The man who had beat it for twenty years suddenly returned without warning at the moment when my life was under the most severe threat.

Then I realized that this was yet another story as tacky as a primetime soap opera.

He left me for twenty years due to difficulties. As a member of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, he had the heavy responsibility of guarding the Axis of Time and saving the Earth. He was Ultraman who gave up his life to fight to the death against all monsters that threaten human peace. He deliberately provoked me just because he feared he might never return. If that were the case, he thought it would be better for me to hate him than to miss him. At least, I wouldn't keep thinking about a hateful man for too long.

Even his so-called "painstaking effort" was so dumb and childish. This is the man I disliked for so long.

But in the end, Ao Chi, the well-known evil dragon from the East China Sea Dragon Clan, and I, the tree demon lady boss from Mount Fulong, got married on the nth Christmas after we met.

I still remember our conversation when Ao Chi proposed to me—

Me: Give me three reasons.

Him: First, nobody wants you except me. Second, nobody can want me except you. Third, I love you.

And so, the lady boss of Unceasing Dessert Shop found a place to stop.

And so, the lady boss of Unceasing Dessert Shop closed her shop, washed her hands and made soup[2], and became a married woman.

I know that someone has turned my experience of running the shop, the cup of tea I brewed called Fleeting Life, and the stories of the demon customers who patronized me, including the catastrophe Ao Chi and I experienced, into a novel called "The Story of Fleeting Life." I heard it's selling quite well. I even plan to visit the author of the book someday to thank her for portraying me as beautiful as a flower and loving money as much as my own life[3]. Ao Chi clamored to go with me. He bared fangs and brandished claws, complaining that the author didn't adequately depict his brilliance and prowess. He wants to protest and threaten the author into either revising the original text or writing a sequel where he is the absolute male lead, in the overshadow everyone else style!

I'm genuinely afraid that one day he'll be taken away as a mental case. His super-egotistical arrogant attitude is unlikely to ever change.

Roughly speaking, we've been married for nearly two years now. During this time when I'm not the lady boss, the two of us have traveled to almost every country on the planet. Though I'm not human, my love and curiosity for this world are no less than anyone else's. Ao Chi is still devilish. One moment he was mocking me for not seeing the big world and getting awed by things like seeing the Nazca lines; the next moment he was scolding me for my unsightly manner of eating corn on the cob in the Andes Mountains while generously handing out lots of candy to the children in the Native American village where we stopped over.

When we were in Romania, we stayed in a hotel run by vampires, and he scolded me again for being careless and refusing to stay in a proper luxury hotel, and insisting on staying in a family-run black inn[4] in the country. As a result, he indiscriminately taught the vampires a hard lesson, almost changing into his true form and burning down their establishment. Later, we found out that those vampires didn't harm anyone at all; they were just running a legitimate business, occasionally collaborating with the local tourism department for some cosplay shows, pretending to be vampires to scare tourists and create an atmosphere. Naturally, he refused to apologize, but he was quite generous with money. The medical expenses compensated to the vampires were enough for them to open ten larger-scale inns.

And when we roamed to Bermuda, my great husband started complaining again. He said the sea wind was too annoying, the UV rays were too intense, which sooner or later would tan me into a dark-faced demon. If I became ugly, he wouldn't want me anymore. While complaining, on that dark and windy night, he calmly dealt with several mermaids who lured human souls with their songs, thus secretly getting rid of danger to a ship full of passengers. After it was done, he came to scold me again, asking why I couldn't go anywhere better and insisted on coming to this even-birds-don't-shit[5] Bermuda.

You see, that's how Ao Chi is. This man is always lecturing, always impatient, always nagging. Sometimes I really wonder if I married not the evil dragon from the East China Sea, but the famous Tang Sanzang[6], the Emperor of Nagging. Can you imagine that the "bad guy" who could once be so hostile to me and was as ruthless as a sharp blade, also has such a mother-in-law split personality hidden in him? It took me quite some time to get used to it, and I attributed this discomfort to the newlywed syndrome. Although I've known him for so long, now, this brand-new relationship between us is still in its infancy, and we're learning to navigate it together.

We've essentially long been accustomed to being "alone," but once we step into this thing called "marriage," everything has to be multiplied by two. Both Ao Chi and I still need time to get used to it.

However, despite his complaints and nagging, over the past two years, wherever we've gone, no matter how unwilling he seemed, as long as it was a place I wanted to go, he would accompany me, and as long as it was something I wanted to eat, he would get it for me no matter how remote the corner of the earth.

After we got married, he developed a habit of holding onto my hand when sleeping.

He said, when I hold your hand like my own, it means there's only love between us.

With a roll of his eyes he added, this means you've become an inseparable part of me, and I can't throw you away even if I want to.

Cheesy nonsense, but he could say it with such conviction.

"I just don't want to wake up and find that you're gone," he mumbled this sentence after finishing his nonsense, then buried his head deep into the pillow and snored like thunder.

I looked at his sleeping face and smiled.

My hands always used to be cold in winter, as if they couldn't generate warmth on their own, but ever since we got married, even in the bitterest cold of winter, my hands have never been cold again, because they are always wrapped in Ao Chi's perpetually warm hands.

Even now, as he takes a nap on the plane, Ao Chi is still habitually holding my hand.

We're probably becoming more and more like an ordinary human couple. When traveling around the world, we dutifully buy plane tickets, stay in hotels, use various modes of transportation normally, haggle over price with people, and even insist on getting receipts after meals, and if we accidentally win five bucks, we're ecstatic like crazy. Except for a few special occasions where we need to show a little bit of "skills," we have almost forgotten that we're a pair of "others" with hidden magic.

I turned my head and looked at the clouds passing by outside the window. In about two hours, I'll return to the city I left for nearly two years.

Wherever I go, I always use "go." Only for Fulong Mountain and the city named Wangchuan, I use "return."

Home is for "returning."

My "Unceasing" is still on that little street in Wangchuan City. I plan to go back and take a look, and then spend some time there. Maybe I can even invite those noisy demons for a tea party? Ah, maybe not. If they find out I'm back, I don't know what strange troubles they'll bring me. But I probably should make time to see my adopted nephew, Zhong Xiaokui. That kid once sent me an email. There were not many words, but it made me deeply aware that a teenager in the midst of adolescent confusion really needs me, his adopted aunt, to be a trouble recycle bin. Hold on, there's also that old ba*tard Jiu Jue. I heard a few days ago that he's getting married as well, and he even asked me to prepare a big red envelope. This is an enormous piece of gossip! Who would have thought this demanding and super picky old man would willingly walk into the grave of love? I'm dying of curiosity!

Alright, there are quite a few things I need to do.

On the plane, most passengers were asleep. Ao Chi's snores rose and fell rhythmically and I was daydreaming when a booming sound reverberated inside the cabin.

Suddenly, an unusually strong turbulence struck, causing everyone's hearts to momentarily skip a beat as their seats shook. The timid ones screamed, while the brave ones turned pale and murmured in low voices.

From the speaker came the sweet and calm voice of the air hostess: "Dear passengers, the plane has encountered a strong air current, and there may be some turbulence. Please fasten your seat belts and refrain from leaving your seats. Thank you!"

As a demon, my hunch about any impending accident will always surpass that of humans.

We're going to crash.

Sure enough, before the announcement finished, before Ao Chi could wipe the drool from his half-awake state, and while everyone still clung to the hope that everything was just a "normal occurrence," we heard a loud sound, the kind only heard when machinery fails and causes an explosion. Passengers sitting near the window in the middle section of the plane could clearly see thick smoke and flames billowing from the right wing.

The entire cabin tilted suddenly, hundreds of oxygen masks dropped rapidly from above, and of course, there were luggage of all sizes tumbling down from the overhead compartments, adding to the chaos.

The screams that followed almost burst my eardrums.

Plummeting, weightlessness, inadequate blood supply to the brain, heart palpitations, and all kinds of terrifying feelings that can kill people erupted in every passenger's body. For me, this is a rare and memorable experience — as a tree demon, I finally experienced a plane crash; a "first" in my life, and another milestone.

At the moment of imminent catastrophe, only Ao Chi, rubbing his sleepy eyes, casually asked, "We're crashing?"

"Yes, we are," I replied calmly.

"F*ck!"

The plane, like a wingless iron bird, was falling in a direction not its own. The ground ceased to be ground; it became the evilly grinning mouth of Hell waiting for it to die horribly.

No one believed they would survive. Most could only bury their heads between their knees, clenching their teeth and praying to the gods they worship, "Save me, I don't want to die, we don't want to die."

The desire to survive was so strong that even I could hear it.

Though I'm not a god, just a demon, I can fulfill their desire.

The loud noise of collision, metal smashing to pieces, an earth-shattering event that could make one's blood flow backwards, all of it ended in just a few seconds in a towering splash of water, like a gigantic wave crashing down with an unstoppable force.

The plane crashed into a vast lake, cushioned by a relatively gentle force.

The massive iron bird didn't sink; it floated, remaining intact. Even the previous smoke and flames had disappeared. Overall, it was a relatively perfect water landing. In the moment of near-death, I vaguely saw an unusual shadow outside the window, racing past at incredible speed, shooting into the sky. Fortunately, everyone escaped unscathed. The crew swiftly organized passengers to don life jackets and climb out of the cabin through the emergency exits.

In the turquoise lake, countless bright orange shapes suddenly appeared that were swimming continuously. The shore wasn't too far from the crash site, another stroke of luck.

It was my first time wearing a life jacket, which I found interesting. Ao Chi, refusing to wear the "potato sack,[7]" simply leaped into the water and impatiently joined me in swimming towards the shore.

As my fingers parted the water, tiny splashes rippled and danced around me. It was early spring and the winter cold was still undiminished. In the spring cold, the survivors swam desperately around me...

Their teeth chattered from the cold, but I didn't feel any cold. Each drop of lake water that touched my body seemed warm, and the heat emanated not from the outside, but from within myself. It was a strange sensation.

I'm a tree demon, and it is natural for wood to float on water. Even if I don't swim, I won't drown. But I don't like swimming, and this has been the case for thousands of years. My heart has always rejected the feeling of being surrounded by water.

As far as I can remember, I have accidentally fallen into the water only once, and that was an absolutely unpleasant experience.

Yet, it was precisely that incident that created the grudge that led to the millennia-long entanglement between me and Ao Chi.

On the lakeshore, the people who had been spared thanked their lucky stars.

"Thank goodness it landed on water!"

"Luckily, the plane didn't explode!"

"It's a miracle it didn't sink into the water!"

Poor souls, you probably haven't realized that when a plane crashes, whether it collides with land or water, the outcome is the same. This plane didn't explode or sink, which has violated your laws of physics.

At the critical moment between life or death, if Ao Chi and I hadn't used our own "skills" to "lift" the plane and gently "set it down" on the water...

Well, let's just say the gods heard your prayers at that time. It'll be easier for you to accept it if you think that's what happened.

I squeezed the water out of my hair, breathing slightly heavily.

"Controlling" a plane without any preparation still costs me a little bit of vital energy.

Ao Chi shook his hair vigorously like a puppy that had just taken a bath and then started complaining, saying that he had clearly wanted to have fun for a few more days before returning, so it was my fault that had to take this crappy flight. After saying that, he scolded me for a mere plane making me pant after all my daily cultivation, wanting to know how I would manage if he was not by my side to take action.

When it comes to exaggerating his own importance, Ao Chi always has an infinite enthusiasm.

"If you keep clamoring, we'll get a divorce!" I didn't want to start a war of words; I just dropped a bomb.

"You..." He immediately shut his mouth, then muttered sulkily, "I'm doing this for your own good!"

It's said enemies will get together[8], not enemies will get divorce. Could it be that all couples end up bickering like this? They say marriage is a science, and it's easier to fall in love but hard to stay together. It's not easy to make it work.

I looked at Ao Chi, his usual trump card deflated, feeling both angry and amused. How long will this single-celled guy stay with me like this?

I thought for no reason.

Looking back at the lake, the surrounding forest seemed familiar.

The captain held a satellite phone and dialed for rescue.

Over an hour later, a rescue team comprising government officials, medical personnel, and police uncles arrived swiftly, evacuating everyone from the lakeside and taking them away in several large buses, roaring into the distance.

It was only then that we found out our crash site was in a small county town called Dai County in a certain province and city.

Dai County...

I looked at the fields and houses passing by outside the bus window, the evening sky wet and gray.

Ao Chi, wrapped in a blanket, had already dozed off, his head resting on my shoulder, his snoring uninterrupted.

I felt myself drifting off too.

The sound of raindrops tapping on the window grew louder and louder.

I opened my eyes to see the rain pouring down heavily, turning the world outside into a blur of dots.

"Hey, it's raining again, that's great!" the driver exclaimed happily as he turned on the wipers.

"Yeah, now the spring drought in our county is completely solved!" an acquaintance sitting behind him agreed cheerfully.

"Exactly! It's been dry for so long! The heavens have opened their eyes these days!"

I blinked sleepily, yawned, and dozed off again.


Footnotes:

[1] Note that 讨厌 also means to loathe; to hate; to despise.

[2] 洗手 作 羹汤 comes from Tang Dynasty poet Wang Jian's "Three Poems for the Bride" (新嫁娘词三首). The poems describe the experiences and feelings of a bride who has just married into her husband's family. The whole poem describes a fragment of the bride's first three days of life, with each poem written on one day.

[3] Idiom: to be extremely stingy or greedy for money.

[4] 黑店: an inn that kills and robs guests.

[5] 鳥不拉屎: (derogatory) deserted/desolate place.

[6] Monk Tang from Journey to the West.

[7] 完全 显露 不 出 曲线: completely revealing no curves. It's a mouthful so I went with potato sack to convey the idea.

[8] 不是冤家不聚頭: Literally “not enemies, no getting together.” If you were not destined to be lovers, you would not be together. Those with some kind of connection will be brought together (often said about lovers who have a disagreement). In the next line, Shaluo says 不是 冤家 不 离婚, meaning “not enemies, no getting divorce.”

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