Chapter 87: Like an Old Friend Returning (Part 7) Like a dream, like dew, like a dream, like a bubble...

Yu Xing chatted with them for a while before heading back to training. Before leaving, he said to Zhang Deng and Wei Yuanye, "When you come back and I'm not teaching, we can have a good chat."

Zhang Deng forced a smile and said, "Of course."

Yu Xingdao: "I wish you a safe trip."

Zhang Deng said, "I wish you academic success as well."

"Thank you," Yu Xing said. "I will work hard towards this goal."

Zhang Deng felt that he had a calm demeanor and seemed very modest, but he had his own pace in doing things. Zhang Deng felt that he must be stronger than he appeared because his pace was very steady.

Zhang Deng said, "Goodbye."

Yuxing also said goodbye to them.

The importance of their farewells must be different. Zhang Deng knew that he might have to say goodbye to this friend with whom he had only known for a short time forever.

It's not just Yuxing, he has to say goodbye to everything here forever and will never see it again in his lifetime. He doesn't feel sorry about it because he didn't like this place that much in the first place. The only thing he is attached to is this relationship.

After returning home at night, Zhang Deng felt really uncomfortable and opened his document.

His protagonist was lonely at school and didn't like his major, so he lived a very miserable life in college.

After hesitating for many days, she decided to find the teacher named Bufa to ask him how to train.

The name Bufa sounds very old-fashioned, but surprisingly I am quite young, looking only about 27 or 28 years old.

Li Xin made an appointment with him to meet at the school playground. When Li Xin arrived, he seemed to have just finished a long run. He was sweating all over and gulped down a whole bottle of water.

Bufa smiled when he saw her coming. His smile was very gentle, his teeth were neat and white, and his whole demeanor was warm and gentle. He looked like a well-educated person.

Bufa said, "I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Li Xin is used to this kind of reaction from everyone. She said, "My body is not suitable for running."

Bufa said: "You are indeed a little bigger."

"But it's nothing," Bufa said. "Nothing is certain."

Li Xin asked, "How much does it cost?"

Bufa said: "I don't like to talk about money."

Li Xin said: "Then you are not a liar?"

"How come if he doesn't want money, he's a liar?" He started laughing.

Bufa said: "I would like to ask you a question."

"Why are you running?" Bufa said.

This question wasn't out of place. Li Xin treated it as the start of the interview. She said, "I just want to try different possibilities in life."

Don’t send: “Why try so many possibilities?”

Li Xin didn't know what he meant. "Is this question important?"

Bufa said: "It's a bit important to me."

"I do a lot of things because I'm not very happy with my life," Bufa said. "I think people who are less happy often have more energy to create."

Li Xin said coolly: "I think happiness or not is not important."

Don’t send: “So what do you think is important?”

Li Xin: "Alive."

Bufa found it interesting: "I don't think this question is very important."

"Can you even give up your life for so-called happiness?"

Don't send: "I once heard a saying, 'I am dying of thirst at the spring'. Perhaps I am destined to die in the pursuit of happiness in this life."

When Zhang Deng wrote this, he felt a little dazed. He stared at the computer screen, and words kept pouring out of his mind.

Li Xin looked at him without saying anything and said, "What do you mean?"

In a friendly and amicable manner without laughing, he said, "I've already said it. I was just asking."

Li Xin asked, "Are you really not going to send it?"

"Hmm?" Bufa turned to look at him and said, "That's just my code name when I'm traveling around the world. Actually, I have many names. I have different names in different occasions, but this one is the one I use most often."

Li Xin sat next to him. She didn't approve of this man who thought he was so cool, and said casually: "Then you are really tired."

"Please give me some convenience," Bufa said. "One name, one identity. You can use different identities to navigate different territories, each unrelated and without interfering with each other. In fact, you can also take several names to experience different lives and perhaps have different feelings. There is really no need to be confined to the small world in front of you in this life."

Li Xin said: "I don't have that much energy."

He said nothing but smiled.

Li Xin always felt that he was strange, with a very unusual smell on him, and seemed different from the people she had met before. Li Xin naturally hated mystery. She preferred to be down-to-earth and liked everything to be clear.

Li Xin wanted to give up. She felt like she was messing around and said, "Forget it."

Bufa said, "I've always felt that running is one of the many spiritual practices that humans can cultivate. All outstanding athletes are close to achieving a state of physical sainthood. While they can't achieve immortality, the strength of their minds is unmatched by ordinary people. Do you really have such an ability?"

Li Xin asked back: "Why not?"

The lights outside the screen were on, and my skin suddenly broke out in goose bumps, and my scalp felt numb.

Zhang Deng himself does not have such ability and confidence, but Li Xin does. The characters he writes have extremely arrogant souls, and this mysterious teacher who is like a charlatan is just like a person randomly grabbed from the void. Zhang Deng can't explain the source of this person's inspiration, nor can he understand why he wrote such a dialogue.

Li Xin returned to the dormitory, still thinking about what Bufa had just said to her. After a brief hesitation, she quickly decided to start training herself.

Li Xin didn't know where Bufa worked. It seemed that he didn't have a proper job at all. He would appear on the playground according to Li Xin's class schedule. If Li Xin only had one class in the morning, he would come at ten o'clock. If Li Xin had a full class, he would come at six o'clock in the evening. No matter when Li Xin came, he would already be sweating from running.

He spent most of his time sitting on a bench, counting the time for Li Xin. His tools were not professional and he used the timer on his phone to record the time. Sometimes he even forgot to count the time while playing with his phone.

Li Xin quickly lost five kilograms. Considering her height, these five kilograms were actually not noticeable at all, but they were very obvious on Li Xin's body, probably because her body fat percentage decreased.

Li Xin finished the five-lap run and sat down next to him.

He turned off the timer without hesitation and said, "It's a bit slow."

"How long can you run?" Li Xin asked unconvinced.

No: "I'm too fast."

Li Xin: "Run and let me see."

Bufa glanced at her, a look that Li Xin couldn't understand, and said, "I have a question for you."

"If life is just a race," Bufa said, looking at the playground, "and the destination is clear, and once you reach the finish line, your life will be over, would you still run so fast?"

Li Xin felt that he was always discussing meaningless things and said, "Yes, the sooner he dies, the sooner he'll die."

No: “I can’t.”

"So I won't pursue speed anymore," Bufa said. "I'm going to slow down and go anywhere except my destination."

Li Xin: "Then why do you run every day?"

Bufa said: "A great future requires a good body."

Wei Yuanye walked to Zhang Deng and casually glanced at what he was writing. Zhang Deng's hands were tapping non-stop. When he noticed Wei Yuanye, he realized that he seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

Zhang Deng turned around and saw Wei Yuanye staring at his screen.

Zhang Deng asked, "Are you so...fascinated? Is it interesting?"

Wei Yuanye said "hmm" calmly and asked casually, "What does this new character do?"

"Maybe it's the teacher," Zhang Deng couldn't say for sure. He scratched his head. His hair had grown longer, and the touch felt very relaxing. He said, "I suddenly came up with this character. I think it's a bit mysterious."

Wei Yuanye said, "It does seem very abrupt."

But this person has been given too many roles. Zhang Deng said: "I actually think so too, but when I start writing, I always deviate from the outline."

Zhang Deng also wanted to consciously keep the story on topic, but once he started writing, it seemed like he couldn't control his hands from wanting to write like this.

When Zhang Deng was writing, he would feel a tingling sensation on his scalp, which made him constantly want to stimulate his cerebral cortex, keep writing, and keep enjoying this feeling.

Zhang Deng wrote the story today about the end of Li Xin's semester. He took the final exam and did very badly. He drank two bottles of beer and went back to the dormitory.

Wei Yuanye stayed with him the whole day, and Zhang Deng found it strange because Wei Yuanye didn't seem to show such interest in his writing in the past.

Seeing that he had finished writing, Wei Yuanye asked, "How is your health recently?"

"It's okay," Zhang Deng said. "My head doesn't hurt as much anymore. I almost forgot I was feeling unwell."

Wei Yuanye nodded, and Zhang Deng rested his head on his shoulder. The pain in his heart was not diluted at all, and as separation was approaching, the feeling became more and more intense. This feeling might only be relieved when they were completely separated, otherwise the fear of separation would continue to blackmail him.

Zhang Deng wasn't quite sure whether the World Tree would erase his memory as well, but he thought it would.

He was already feeling so heartbroken that his mind was blurred. He couldn't quite tell whether to clear it or not. His thoughts kept conflicting, so he could only suppress it and put it aside.

Zhang Deng glanced at Wei Yuanye, who had just turned around. Zhang Deng asked, "Are you going to bed early tonight?"