Chapter 249: Extra – Ying Wujiu (1)

Chapter 249: Extra – Ying Wujiu (1)

"Sì" carries the meaning of waiting.

On that day in the great hall, when Lu Yan's heart was laid bare, the long-sealed memories finally showed a crack. This not only meant he remembered his identity but also signified that his seven lifetimes of trials were about to end.

After that lifetime came to an end, he was recalled to the space station.

After several hundred years, stepping back into the space station once again made Lu Yan feel momentarily as if he were dreaming. He passed through layers of light gates and arrived at the main control room, just in time to see Qixia standing before the large floor-to-ceiling windows, observing the vast cosmos. Outside, it was pitch black, boundless and magnificent.

However, staring into the universe for too long inevitably evokes a desolate and eerie emptiness.

Qixia did not turn around; she held a wine glass, swaying it slowly. She is the source of all desires in the world—greed, anger, chaos, evil—and like humans, she enjoys fine food and pleasures, even though she does not need them to sustain her life:

"Lu Yan, congratulations on surviving."

Her voice was light and always carried a hint of seduction,

"Do you still want to continue serving me here at the space station?"

Who would want to deal with a madwoman every day?

Lu Yan didn't mind, but he had more important things to do. He slightly nodded and bowed, "Lady Qixia, I'm sorry, but I believe I can no longer fulfill this position."

Upon hearing this, Qixia finally turned around. Her eyes slightly tilted as she scrutinized Lu Yan's calm face, "Do you know what will happen if you don't stay at the space station?"

Lu Yan appeared exceptionally composed:

"I know, becoming a mortal."

"A mortal who will age and die."

Qixia slowly walked up to him, "Lu Yan, is it because of that soul that has been waiting for you for thirty thousand years?"

"But if you become a mortal, you won't be able to control time and life like a manager, nor will you be able to see through his soul. In the vast sea of people, you might never recognize him or meet him."

Lu Yan's voice was low, carrying a hint of indescribable tenderness, "No, Lady Qixia, I will find him and recognize him."

Even during those seven lifetimes with his memory sealed, despite not being able to see through the other's soul, he still followed the fate's arrangement and came together. He believed he could find Ying Wujiu.

Qixia had one virtue: keeping her promises. Since she had already promised Xi Nian, if Lu Yan could survive, she would fulfill his wish. That promise still stood.

"Alright."

She raised her hand and slowly drew an imaginary circle in the air, implying something:

"Lu Yan, actually, being human isn't so bad. The pain and hatred they carry are particularly delicious, far more enduring than love. Since you want to be human, go ahead..."

That imaginary circle gradually expanded, eventually turning into a dark tunnel of space-time. Lu Yan felt a powerful suction pull him in, his consciousness dispersing. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Qixia's deep purple eyes and a...

Heart that should have been black but had now returned to its normal red color.

"Go with him..."

Qixia murmured to herself, not knowing to whom she was speaking,

"Since you want to be human, how can you not have a heart?"

*

It was a rainy July, hot and humid, making the season unbearable for students. However, it couldn't stop them from traveling and checking in at various places.

Outside Nan Ying High School, a new bookstore opened on Wutong Street and became a well-known local hotspot within two months. Besides its ancient-style architecture and impressive collection of books, the main reason for its popularity was the young and exceptionally handsome owner, attracting many customers.

One day, a manhole cover at the street corner broke, causing inconvenience, and it was drizzling outside, making the bookstore somewhat quiet. Lu Yan was reorganizing some misplaced books and, seeing it was late, decided to close early. He went to the small storage room at the back to find the closing sign.

"Swish—"

Not long after Lu Yan left, a ghostly black car suddenly sped past the bookstore, then slowly backed up after sliding a few meters.

The passenger door opened, and a young, hot-headed man stepped out, ignoring the drizzle, covering his bruised mouth, and bending down to look at the backseat window, sounding aggrieved, "Uncle, it's this shop. That boss is incredibly arrogant. He beat me up a few days ago!"

The car window slowly lowered, revealing a pair of icy eyes. The man in the backseat looked to be in his early thirties, holding a paper contract on his crossed legs, dressed in a neatly tailored suit, exuding a mature and austere aura that made people wary of approaching him:

"You should call the police for such matters."

His tone was low, indicating he wasn't interested in dealing with his troublemaking nephew's affairs.

The young man outside the car stomped his foot in frustration, "I did, and he only paid me five hundred yuan for medical expenses!"

This amount was a humiliation to him. His family, the Ying family, was renowned in City A, and he certainly didn't care about the five hundred yuan!

He continued, tears welling up, "Uncle, my father died early. You must stand up for me. You can't let me be bullied like this!"

Most of the land on this street belonged to the Ying family. When Ying Feng was bullied, he immediately thought of seeking help from his capable uncle, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to swallow this humiliation and wouldn't be able to show his face on this land anymore!

The man in the car remained silent for a moment, contemplating something, then opened the door and got out. He waved away the driver who wanted to hold an umbrella for him, told Ying Feng to wait outside, and walked straight into the bookstore.

Ying Feng dared not disobey, obediently standing under the rain shelter at the bookstore entrance, feeling strangely uneasy—

Uncle usually had no time for his trivial matters. Why was he acting so unusually today, following him over just because he complained?

Inside the bookstore, the air conditioning effectively isolated the damp heat outside. Rows of wooden shelves held a variety of books, including rare ancient texts. The area by the windows was a rest zone, where the scent of coffee mixed with the unique smell of printed ink, creating a calming atmosphere.

Ying Si didn't see the owner but heard some noise coming from the back storage room, so he didn't disturb him. He paced back and forth in the poetry section, the sound of his leather shoes against the floor slow and refined.

Lu Yan found the closing sign in the back storage room and was about to hang it up. Through the gaps between the bookshelves, he suddenly noticed a man's silhouette opposite him. One of the poetry books was slightly indented due to the man's handling, contrasting sharply with the neatly arranged others.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but the bookstore is closing today. Please come back another time."

Lu Yan's store didn't sell books; customers could sit and read for free if they bought a cup of coffee or some cultural products. He didn't rely on this for income; it was merely a way to pass the time, so whether he had one more customer or one less didn't matter.

After Lu Yan finished speaking, he gently placed his hand on the book that the person opposite him was trying to take away, waiting for the other to turn and leave so that he could tidy up and close up. However, not only did the person not leave, but they also took the initiative to introduce themselves. Although their face was not visible, their voice was mature and steady:

"My surname is Ying, and I am Ying Feng's uncle. I heard that you beat him up a couple of days ago?"

Lu Yan realized with a start, it was a matter of seeking retribution. With a smirk, he said, "He claimed he wanted to read some adult literature. I told him I didn't have any, but he refused to leave, so I ended up beating him. Why, is the medical compensation insufficient?"

To speak of it is quite bizarre; ever since Lu Yan opened the bookstore, he's encountered no shortage of flirtatious advances, but he's never seen anyone as audacious as Ying Feng, who dared to touch him right away, especially when the other party looked exactly like Feng Sha.

It can be imagined that with a single punch, Lu Yan taught him a lesson.

The man across from the bookshelf said, "No, that's enough."

Lu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "So, what brings you here...?"

Before the words had fully left his lips, the poetry book was suddenly pulled away, revealing a sliver of space. The man's face across was now fully exposed to the air, his eyes clear and cold, carrying an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen them countless times over eons past.

Lu Yan's expression subtly shifted upon seeing this, his heartbeat skipping a beat. He instinctively clutched the bookshelf, his breathing becoming lighter, worried that he was hallucinating in a dream. With difficulty, he uttered, "You..."

"Lu Yan, I've been waiting for you..."

The person across the bookshelf spoke in a low voice, as if carrying the sigh of tens of thousands of years ago. With a naturally cool temperament, a faint smile now blooms on his face, like a flower on the peak of an iceberg quietly unfolding. The sound of the rain outside gradually ceased, a ray of warm sunlight shone in, indescribable in its warmth and beauty.

Lu Yan said nothing but frowned and clutched his chest, feeling the fierce pounding within.

His heart resides within his body.

And his heart was within his body,

There is no deeper entanglement in this world than this.

"I have finally found you too..."

Lu Yan spoke softly, a heartache that had been difficult to calm for tens of thousands of years.

And as they locked eyes, the poetry collection silently slipped from their grasp and fell to the ground, its pages splayed open to reveal the poem "Encountering Li Gui Nian in Jiangnan":

It is indeed the finest season in the south of the Yangtze River, where I encounter you again amidst the falling petals.

*

Tens of thousands of years ago, Ying Wugui attained enlightenment upon the Cangyan Sea. His body sank into the depths, and as he was on the brink of death, he made a wish that all those separated in the world would eventually reunite. At the moment of his sealing, he seemed to see a woman with a bewitching appearance and deep purple eyes appear before him:

"Do you really want to see him that much?"

"Yes."

"Even if you have lost all your memories and have long forgotten him?"

"Even if I have lost all my memories and have long forgotten him."

"Even if you feel no sorrow or joy, have you become a walking corpse?"

"Even if I become a mere shell, devoid of sorrow or joy."

"Even if you suffer through seven lifetimes?"

"It would be good to meet him in the eighth lifetime."

The woman curled her lips into a slight smile:

"Then, as you wish."

His wishes were never heard by the gods,

but they were listened to by the devil...

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