Yaoci's fate talks about the long night, music and food accompany Xiao Ming

Keeping the key points secret is a habit of Xue Jiuyue, who responds to the key points according to her mood. Today, she simply chooses to skip it.

"Let's go play cards."

After replying, Xue Jiyue imagined the other person holding back his anger. Sure enough, the "Spit Star" profile picture popped up instantly, and for the first time, it refused the invitation to play cards. "No, no, on such a beautiful day, lying drunkenly under the shade of flowers, chatting in the moonlight, how can I play cards and waste my time and life? Um, where were we just now?"

This time, he didn't dare to cause any trouble and simply filled in the context himself, "By the way, speaking of which, did the young master encounter anything unusual today?"

"Did you observe the night sky or do some calculations with your fingers?"

"Today, I was in seclusion at home, and suddenly, a sudden impulse struck me, worrying about the young lady's fortune. I decisively asked for divination, and received the hexagram of negative. The ninth and fifth lines read, 'Resist negative, great fortune for the lord. Its demise, its demise, is tied to the mulberry tree.' Judging by the literal meaning of the line, Miss Yue should be experiencing a happy occasion today. However, the second half of the line describes an imminent danger, which I'm unsure of. Therefore, I'd rather not play cards than ask Miss Yue for confirmation."

If what "Spit Star" said was true and it was just a series of judgments made by fortune-telling, even though Xue Jiuyue had always been skeptical about fate, she still found it a little unbelievable.

Faced with the fox-like "Spit Star", Xue Jiuyue did not give a direct answer, but instead tried to trick him.

"Speak human language, otherwise...!"

"It's unfair, my lady. I really did read your fortune, and it's absolutely true. If you lie, you'll be struck by lightning!"

Could it really be that magical? Xue Jiuyue was full of suspicion, and read the other party's short reply word by word, trying to find out if he had hidden a text trap.

This delay made "Spit Star" panic and confess. "Well, I really did have a fortune-teller, and all this is true. It's just that I did make some inferences based on our previous conversation."

"Go on!" Just like a magic trick, Xue Jiuyue really likes to watch "Spit Star" express his reasoning logic.

"About four or five days ago, wasn't there that overbearing CEO named Jun who wanted to pursue the beautiful Yue? It's been several days, and you haven't mentioned it since you came online. Although you rejected it completely at the time, no man who can achieve something would give up easily. So I guess he must still be suicidal and will make further moves. You came online so late today, and you seemed in a good mood. It must be something happy. Then I guess it's related to that agreement. Whether you signed it or not, isn't it a happy event? So I made a judgment. I wonder if my guess is correct or not?"

Now it basically made sense, but Xue Jiuyue deliberately didn't give the answer that "Spit Star" wanted. "I do have a happy event today, but you didn't predict it correctly. My psychologist gave me a surprise."

"Oh? I'd love to hear more about it. I wonder if you'd be willing to share a few words."

"Well, since you know a little bit about psychology, I'd love to hear your opinion..."

Thus, the ups and downs in the dream were intertwined with the warmth and gentleness brought by Liu Che, and merged into strings of words that gushed out from Xue Jiuyue's fingers as white as scallions.

"Spit Star" quietly read the stories and emotions deep in Xue Jiuyue's heart that were never known to a third person. It was not until Xue Jiuyue asked "What do you think?" that he got his answer, but he didn't know whether he had answered the wrong question.

"He likes you very much, and this feeling is very deep. Maybe the word 'like' is not enough to describe it. Maybe this is love."

Xue Jiuyue looked at the words before her, which stirred inexplicable emotions in her heart and made her face turn red, and she was a little skeptical. But the usual accuracy of "Spit Star" made her believe it.

Her response was still evasive, "I'm asking what you think about my dreams and reality!"

"Oh, oh, so you asked me before if I had a past life, and you suspected that dreams were real? What did he say?"

"He said, and if I say yes, then yes."

"A clever answer. Like Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, who can truly explain it? And why bother explaining it so clearly? Isn't groping forward between belief and disbelief in fate itself one of life's great pleasures? Believe it or not, it's up to you."

The answer struck home, yet there was no answer. It explained Liu Che's unfinished meaning and brought Xue Jiuyue a sense of clarity. His last words, in particular, were surprisingly similar to the principles his father had taught him long ago. So Xue Jiuyue didn't dwell on a definitive answer anymore. He simply sent three words, as if deliberately testing "Spit Star'er's" intelligence, "I've signed."

"What?"

"Did you sign it?"

"How could you? Why? It doesn't make sense!"

"Spitting Star" sent back three replies in a row. I couldn't tell where he started to understand, but I was sure he was surprised.

"Can't I just sign? Can't I have a suitor?"

"That's not the case. It just doesn't make sense. I thought you'd be torn between your brother and the psychiatrist, but I didn't expect you to sign that agreement. I'm completely baffled."

"What's unreasonable about that? I didn't charge him a penny. Signing the agreement only means that I know he is pursuing me, but I still agree to maintain an ordinary friendship with him. In my opinion, the agreement is exactly my way of expressing my attitude of 'rejection'!" Xue Jiuyue explained patiently.

"The student has something he doesn't know whether to say or not."

"Don't say it, you'll get scolded if you say it!" Xue Jiuyue directly blocked "Spit Star"'s words. But she underestimated "Spit Star"'s determination to commit suicide.

"Alas, good medicine tastes bitter. If I don't go to hell, who will? I think that's all just talk. The key is that you're a little moved. I can't understand why it's him!"

"What's wrong with him? He's young and promising, handsome, knowledgeable, and sincere. He's the domineering CEO that many girls dream of. Can't I just be vulgar for once?"

"No, this can't be a decision made by my Princess Yue! You can't lie to me. If I must find a reason, I guess it has something to do with your past or dreams." "Spit Star" would rather believe his own inference than Xue Jiuyue's explanation.

It was a rare opportunity to find another close friend, and a trace of "formal" emotion quietly arose, causing Xue Jiuyue to put away the unnecessary teasing and give a positive answer: "I'm not so-called moved, but I really can't bear to part with this friend. In addition to various external factors, there are two deeper reasons. Don't laugh at me when I tell you. One is his eyes, big and bright, like the stars in the sky that point the way. They are a bit like a pair of eyes that appeared in my dreams, but not in that sense. I can't explain it specifically, but I want to find out."

"Spit Star" didn't laugh, he just sent a smiley face for the sake of death. Before Xue Jiuyue could scold him, he sent an explanation: "I wasn't laughing, I just wanted to show that I was watching. Please continue, don't get me wrong."

Xue Jiuyue didn't curse, simply omitting the second reason. Partly to piss off "Spit Star," and partly because she'd already discussed this with Shu Xiaoxian in the ward, her thoughts instantly jumped to her. "You smiled and I forgot the second reason! But your hexagram, 'Its demise, its demise, is tied to the mulberry tree,' is really accurate."

"Oh? Oh! Please tell me in detail, my lady."

Seeing that her divination was accurate, "Spit Star" was also willing to follow Xue Jiuyue's line of thought. So Xue Jiuyue concealed her name and specific features and gossiped with "Spit Star" about Shu Xiaoxian's affairs. The two even got into a debate in the middle of the night about the ethical issue of whether or not to have an abortion.

The silent midnight seethed between their fingers. Although they knew there would be no final outcome, it also reflected their respective reflections on life itself.

Just as Xue Jiuyue was using her inherent advantage as a woman and future mother to silence "Spit Star," "Spit Star" changed the subject and, in a tantrum, asked for the second reason Xue Jiuyue had previously concealed. This led to Xue Jiuyue explaining her unwillingness to have physical contact. "Spit Star" then again accused Xue Jiuyue of looking for a backup, nearly sending him to sleep in darkness...

The next morning, the hustle and bustle of the night was hidden behind heavy curtains. When I opened them, dazzling sunlight poured down from the center of the sky. Picking up my phone, I heard news that Shu Xiaoxian was safe and sound, and my last bit of worry completely vanished.

Unlike usual, Xue Jiuyue dressed meticulously before arriving at the café for their exclusive "brunch." Upon entering, she specifically instructed Lin Yiyi to wake her up when it was time. Around 4 p.m., her curves, outlined by a long, dark red velvet cheongsam, slid away, drawing Ke Yike's spirit from his eyes. Exposed to the still-scorching sun, it shattered into a shimmering whine, the clatter of her high heels fading from the bone-hard floor.

About half an hour later, Xue Jiuyue drove to pick up Liu Che, who was also dressed formally. It was still early, so she decided to satisfy her taste buds with exquisite food before enjoying a feast for her senses. This was the true joy, both materially and spiritually.

Having made a plan in advance, Xue Jiuyue took Liu Che to a tea restaurant next to the concert hall and filled the wait before the concert with endless surprises.

"This black bean sauce spareribs, Xiao Ming gets one, and I get one."

"Oh, thank you."

"This steamed chicken feet, um, I'll take one, I'll take one, I'll take one..."

Xue Jiuyue introduced the dishes while helping Liu Che pick up some food, occasionally cracking playful jokes while enjoying the delicious food herself. It wasn't until she burped softly, her face flushing red, that she realized she'd eaten too much. Fortunately, Liu Che's gentle smile remained as steady as the second hand...

Today's concert was the third performance by the Austrian Chamber Orchestra during their visit to China. Xue Jiuyue had calculated Liu Che's approximate return date and purchased three tickets in advance. If Liu Che couldn't come for some reason, she would have to ask Zhou Ying and Lin Yiyi to accompany her.

Now everything was as she wished. On one side was Liu Che, pinned to his seat without a trace of "overstepping the bounds." On the other side was an empty space. Xue Jiuyue sat in the middle, cocooned in the safety of "emptiness." A smile from the bottom of her heart made her close her eyes in bliss, leaving only her ears to carefully listen to the wonderful moments of "Four Seasons."

The world's finest standards deliver not only the silky smoothness and flawless beauty of craftsmanship, but also a resonance of emotion, a resonance of the soul, a tremor of the soul undulating with the rhythm. In particular, the violin's passionate and melodious narrative, sung through complex tones, resonates in the ear. The bowstring is like a saw across the heart, splitting the mundane shell to reveal the most crystal-clear white. It unfurls Vivaldi's touching, sentimental, and whispering memories of spring.

The song ended, and as the lingering sound lingered, Xue Jiuyue stole a glance at Liu Che and found that he, too, had his eyes closed, looking intoxicated and still immersed in the music. Xue Jiuyue didn't bother him, and quietly retreated into her own colorful darkness to wander.

The next piece is "Moonlight Sonata".

The gurgling piano music is like a glass of ice water following an espresso, cleansing the busy senses, quieting the subtle sweetness, and raising a bright moon, encircling all the emotions with its bright moonlight, falling to the bottom of a deep pool, stirring a circle of ripples...

"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"