Chapter 108 Interlude (Part 1) [Post-Chapter Side Story] "Danheng, how about..."

After being lectured by March 7th, Qiong looked at the obedient girl and nodded blankly before returning to her room.

March 7th asked Danheng with great concern, "There shouldn't be any...there shouldn't be any trouble, right?"

Damn it.

She might be attracted to beauty, but she still has her rationality and wouldn't act as outrageously as Qiong!

Dan Heng shook his head. "Not necessarily."

His eyes glanced at Qiong's retreating figure, then at March 7th, as if to say:

"People who spend a month's living expenses on snacks have no right to say such things."

March 7th retorted indignantly: "Didn't you buy less? We always have several free gifts with purchases; your think tank is overflowing with them—"

“Then you’ll have to raise the money yourself next time,” Dan Heng said quietly.

March 7th immediately deflated, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."

She went back to her room to rest.

Only Danheng remained in the corridor, staring at the door opposite.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should knock on the door, whether he should... expose the other person's identity.

The being named Danheng is the reincarnation of Danfeng.

He was not born in a damp and cold prison, but rather in the ancient Bo Yue Sea, where every Vidyadhara is born.

He was born with a portion of the Dragon Lord's power and should have inherited the position of Lord Yinyue and everything about him.

Including the wife with whom he had only been married for three days.

At least in the customs of the Vidyadhara people, the concepts of "mother" and "wife" have always been different.

The father, the Dragon Ancestor's wife, and the Dragon Lords' mother, will teach them at certain times. The Dragon Ancestor will also tell them to protect their mother.

The unspoken words seem to say:

"It can also be considered as protecting your future [wives]."

After all, they are beings who constantly reincarnate, and are not bound by any rules or morals. Their sense of ethical identity and kinship is extremely weak. They do not talk about parents, brothers, or sisters within their tribe. Their only "father" is the Dragon Ancestor, and their only "mother" is...

According to past customs, Danfeng's partner, Heyuan, should take over Danheng's upbringing and, upon reaching adulthood, live with him...

But He Yuan did not do that.

Danfeng probably didn't want to see this happen either, so he designated a Wisdom Egg to become the Dragon Lord.

—This was an idea that came about unintentionally, sprouting in a dark corner.

Dan Heng had a general idea of ​​Dan Feng's thoughts, so when several people claiming to be Dan Feng's subordinates approached him, he chose to refuse.

A little girl named Bailu becomes Yinyuejun.

Those old customs have long been forgotten as time has passed and the descendants of the Vidyadharas have been unable to reproduce, and no one mentions them anymore.

Only the dragon's heart in his heart speaks:

"We should have been one."

Dan Heng rejected him just like Dan Feng had before, until the day he came of age, when He Yuan met him.

Dan Heng roughly knew why He Yuan hadn't met with him before.

Children often have a fascination with fledglings; if they are exposed to too much of this when they are young, it can affect their judgment as they grow up.

But He Yuan was still a little too insecure about herself.

There was no need for a chick-like plot; it was simply a discussion about the future, and Danheng's own heart pounded violently.

The purity and maturity of youth blend together, like a camellia in full bloom, pure yet beautiful.

It's a kind of... quality that inspires care and curiosity.

Dan Heng even unconsciously took a step forward, wanting to hug the pensive He Yuan.

"You've arrived?"

A gentle voice rang out in the room, and Danheng paused in his movements.

He awkwardly walked over and sat down opposite him, lowered his head to compose his expression, and replied softly.

"Yes, I'm here."

He Yuan pushed the menu over. "Hmm... Nice to meet you. I'm He Yuan. We have a lot to discuss, how about we eat first?"

Dan Heng: "Okay."

He took the menu and, based on his memory, sketched out several dishes that he and He Yuan both loved.

Danfeng's molting was incomplete, and Danheng often dreamed of some of it.

He should have... should have ordered what he liked, but his hand moved uncontrollably and ordered a lot of the dishes that He Yuan loved to eat.

When He Yuan took the menu, she glanced at Dan Heng with a puzzled look, but said nothing.

The dishes would take some time to arrive, so He Yuan asked first, "How have you been these past few years?"

Danheng said, "Not bad."

"I heard you love reading and have excellent grades at the academy. Have you thought about which department you want to join in the future?" He Yuan thought for a moment, "The Pill Refining Division? Or the Cloud Cavalry?"

Dan Heng smiled wryly: "Can I go?"

It is said that after rebirth, the past is no longer relevant, but what is the reality?

Those in the know understand that his transformation is only half complete, and he hesitates to use it. He also lacks the corresponding talent in the other areas.

He Yuan fell silent, then took out another piece of paper. "How about you take a look at this?"

Danheng took it and saw the large characters on it.

—Judgment concerning Danheng

The gist is that Dan Heng is the reincarnation of Dan Feng, but his transformation was incomplete, and they didn't know what to do with him. So the Immortal Boat Alliance decided to throw this hot potato out and let him fend for himself.

How about we go out for a walk to clear our heads?

The young man propped his head up with his hand and looked at Dan Heng with a smile, "You've stayed in Lin Yuan Realm for so long, why don't you go and see the outside world?"

Danheng gripped the paper tightly, asking with difficulty, as if squeezing toothpaste, "Then... is there any chance for me to come back?"

He Yuan replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, exiled people can't come back, but... you can find a new identity."

"Only Danheng of the Vidyadhara clan was exiled, not Danheng of other identities, and only a few people know about this verdict."

This is equivalent to saying:

"You can come back secretly, but don't make a big fuss about it."

Danheng felt relieved. "I'll consider it."

Remembering that the man in front of him had once been an anonymous traveler, he asked, "Do you have any recommendations? Can I... go on the Star Train?"

He Yuan smiled and ruffled his hair. "Of course."

"But I don't know where the Star Train is now. Before my pioneering journey began, the train was almost out of fuel, and when I came out, there was no trace of them."

Danheng has read many books, and I comforted him, saying, "The will to explore will always exist, and there will definitely be a day when we set sail again."

"When that day comes, may I... may I invite you into the car, and become an anonymous passenger with me?"

At this time, Danheng's understanding of the Nameless Guest was limited to books, and his desire to become the Nameless Guest was not so strong. He simply wanted a space where he could be alone with Heyuan and fight side by side.

“Great, that just so happens I also have something I want to say to Pam.”

"Pam?"

"You'll see when you get on the train; he's a really, really good train conductor."

As He Yuan said, Pam is a responsible and lovely train conductor.

Even though March 7th bought him a lot of strange clothes to dress him up, the train conductor would still satisfy March 7th's need for juice and would prepare breakfast on time.

His concept of the nameless guest was realized through repeated explorations.

He was no longer a naive young man who became a nameless passenger because he wanted to spend time with his sweetheart, but a responsible train guard and think tank recorder.

Dan Heng stared at the door, preparing to leave.

As he turned around, he heard the sound of a door opening behind him.

"Danheng, aren't you going to talk to me?"

He turned around, and the young man who had been wearing a mask that night had taken it off, along with his fur cloak and coat, revealing his slender and supple inner lining.

The lace on the cuffs was a bit messy, as if it had been hastily tidied up, and the gloves were worn crookedly.

This is unlike the usual cranes and kites.

When he goes out, he is always impeccably dressed, and every move and every detail is perfect.

Filled with doubt, Dan Heng entered He Yuan's room, and his face went blank when he saw the messy furnishings inside.

Something seems... off?

He Yuan casually cleared a space and led him to the table and chairs. "Sit down. We haven't had time to tidy up yet since we just arrived."

Dan Heng couldn't stand it anymore and said first, "Let me help you tidy up."

"OK."

A seemingly casual remark made Dan Heng feel that this was his original intention.

...It must be an illusion. Surely no one has been like this for seven hundred years and then someone else is responsible for cleaning up the mess, right?

Dan Heng, deceiving himself, tidied up and sat down.

The young man had taken off his gloves, revealing his fair and soft hands. His well-defined fingers held a teacup, and he sipped the tea slowly.

Dan Heng recalled the agreement he had just reminisced about and tentatively asked, "Does our promise to become nameless together still stand?"

He Yuan put down her teacup and looked out the window at the lively scene outside.

He didn't answer, but just sat there for a while before suddenly saying, "Is that all you wanted to ask me?"

It sounds a bit like they're going to interrogate me.

Danheng immediately said, "No... I'm just waiting for your answer."

"I have so much more to say to you."

He Yuan softened slightly, "My answer will change depending on your performance."

"Danheng, tell me what you want to say to me."

Very different.

The person in front of him was very different, at least very different from the one Danheng had seen before.

Of course, they only met once.

When it was time to part, He Yuan did not come.

He couldn't use that one impression to complete his understanding of He Yuan.

After all, he is an actor praised worldwide, and acting is a piece of cake for him.

Perhaps he is closer to his true nature now.

Or rather, it's closer to the true nature that has experienced everything.

He wasn't like this before.

At least in Danfeng's memory, that's not the case.

Dan Heng took a deep breath and slowly explained his thoughts.

He Yuan maintained a gentle smile, sipping her tea intermittently.

Halfway through his story, Danheng couldn't help but ask, "Won't you have trouble sleeping if you drink tea at night?"

He Yuan glanced at him, then suddenly burst out laughing, her eyes scanning her golden fingernails. "Dan Heng, do you think I invited an adult male to my room just to listen to him confide in me?"

"In the dead of night, when we were alone together, I said this. The meaning is quite clear, isn't it?"

"Or do you want to hear me ask you—"

"Danheng, would you like me to teach you some things in bed?"

Dan Heng was speechless for a moment, his eyes filled only with the golden glitter moving before him.

he……

He thought of the bathhouse.

He was clearly a shy yet enthusiastic young man, so how could he say that so easily now?

The impression in my mind shattered and then reassembled, finally piecing together the appearance of the person in front of me.

He Yuan was already standing beside him, leaning down to look at him, her nails lightly tracing his cheek. "What's wrong? Did I scare you?"

Danheng breathed rapidly, turned his cheek away slightly, and then pressed it against hers as if giving up.

The room was well-heated, and Danheng felt burning hot all over. Only his hands, which were pressed against his cheeks, were icy cold, the only source of water in the desert.

His reason told him he couldn't be so casual.

If he were to do this casually, He Yuan might very well forget about him as soon as he turns his back, and he would never have another chance.

but--

Will he really get another chance?

Will they ever see each other again? Will they ever have such a chance?

Those who have weathered many storms understand too much and rarely give their battered hearts away again. They flutter among the flowers like butterflies, occasionally pausing, but never giving up the entire garden for a single flower.

If Danheng had anything to hate, it was that he was born too late, realized things too late, and was not yet capable of filling the void in He Yuan's heart. He could only give everything for that little bit of water in this one night.

This was his first time, but his memories, and the dragon heart in his chest, were not his first.

The raw skills, the youthful enthusiasm and impulsiveness blend together, giving the object of affection a relatively fresh experience.

Danheng's breathing rose and fell rapidly, like raindrops falling, without any pause.

His sweat splattered onto Mi Yan's beautiful muscles, causing her skin and flesh to tighten and grip him tightly.

This doesn't feel like teaching; it feels like showcasing one's learning outcomes.

Danheng hugged him tightly, as if embracing his own uncertain future.

"Don't you want it to end this time?" The voice in my ear seemed somewhat helpless. "Then let's do it twice more. I can't handle any more than that."

He was reacting normally, and Dan Heng could also tell that He Yuan was enjoying himself.

But Danheng felt that he was not happy.

Is He Yuan happy?

"Hmm? Happy... I'm not quite sure," he said, somewhat bewildered. "I really want to be happy, but I can't find the way out."

Danheng held him tightly, then pulled away from his body.

"If you're not happy, then don't do it."

"..." He Yuan paused for a moment, "Dan Heng is very considerate."

Danheng didn't know if this counted as a compliment.

What he sought was not just this one night, but to be remembered, to make He Yuan feel... that he was also a good place for healing.

Drug resistance will always develop if a drug is used for a long time.

Danheng wanted to be Heyuan's "medicine," not only for his own selfish reasons, but also for the person he had always loved.

He awkwardly helped He Yuan wash up, then tidied up the messy sheets and blankets, and changed them into brand new ones.

After settling everyone in, Danheng prepared to leave.

He Yuan called out to him, "Aren't you going to stay?"

Dan Heng stopped in his tracks. "...In what capacity?"

Was it the Vidyadhara who was taught by him, but not the Dragon Lord? An unknown junior? Or a stranger who slept with him after just one meeting?

He Yuan remained silent.

He said in a low voice, "I'm sorry... I don't want to give anyone hope right now."

Such a resolute refusal.

Just moments ago, they were whispering sweet nothings in bed, their bodies connected, feeling each other's warmth.

Now they are like strangers.

Dan Heng closed his eyes briefly. "If you need anything tidied up, come find me anytime."

This sentence can be roughly translated as: If you'd like to do it, you can contact me.

He Yuan responded with a single sentence and then fell silent.

Danheng walked out of the room, returned to his own room, and glanced at the time.

At five o'clock in the morning, four hours before the agreed time, he could rest for a while.

Dan Heng inexplicably opened his phone and saw that Qiong was still online in his friend list.

The crane and the kite are also examples.

He suddenly felt a sense of panic, so he quietly went to the door to listen to the sounds in the corridor and then looked through the peephole.

Qiong hurriedly put on a coat over her pajamas and came out.

He Yuan's door opened from the inside, and Qiong went in, closing the door to block Dan Heng's view.

What would they do? Would they do the same thing? Danheng wondered involuntarily, with a sense of panic.

He didn't sleep; instead, he spent the entire night watching their online activity.

Offline, still offline.

Is it sleeping? Or sleeping?

Danheng stayed up all night until dawn, and came out at nine o'clock with dark circles under his eyes.

March 7th looked at him in surprise, "Teacher Danheng, you... stayed up all night reading?"

Dan Heng doesn't play games, nor does he stay up all night watching dramas like March 7th. His usual hobby is reading, so it can only be that he stays up all night reading.

Dan Heng didn't say anything, which seemed to be his tacit agreement.

Qiong yawned as she sat down, revealing scratches on her neck, which caused March 7 to gasp in surprise again.

"What were you doing out so late at night?"

She looked at the two of them suspiciously. "Neither of you slept well, but it's nine o'clock! Did you stay up all night doing something without calling me?"

Qiong scratched her head, "That... the one I added as a friend last night, said she couldn't sleep because she didn't have anything to hug, and asked if I could come over..."

March 7th screamed, "So you went!"

Good heavens, last night's lesson was completely useless!

Quickly ask Pam if there's a solitary confinement room on the train, and lock Qiong in there to reflect on her actions!

She turned to look at Danheng, "So what did you go to do?"

He was furious that Dan Heng had been thrown into solitary confinement for not answering well.

Dan Heng echoed March 7's statement, saying, "Last night I read some of the history and mythology of Belberg before its founding."

March 7th wasn't interested in the matter, and since Danheng was always reliable, he let it go.

Dan Heng pondered Qiong's words.

—Does he just sleep in your arms? I didn't know he had this habit?

He heard March 7th ask, "If you're sleeping while being held, where did those scratches on your neck come from? And you even applied medicine?"

Qiong smiled happily, "Because he didn't sleep well, I didn't hit him, but he apologized to me after he woke up and even put some medicine on me..."

He looked genuinely happy, but also a bit silly.

On March 7th, for the first time, she understood Danheng's feelings and said with a gloomy face, "I think we should stop having fun at the Changkong Festival and hurry back to the train. I'm afraid if we stay another night, your innocence will be ruined!"

Unexpectedly, Qiong said, "Then I'll take your good wishes."

He said I felt very comfortable and warm in his arms, and asked if I was free tonight.

"Anyway, my room on the train hasn't been renovated yet, and I've been sleeping in cardboard boxes lately, so I might as well just sleep in a hotel and save on room fees."

March 7th scratched his head dejectedly, "Is there any hope? Can we save him?"

This Qiong... has been completely bewitched by beauty and lost her mind!

Qiong revealed a mysterious smile, "March, if you knew who he was, you wouldn't think I've lost my mind."

On the seventh day of the third lunar month, a half-moon appeared. "Haha...who is it?"

She felt that no matter who it was, Qiong's behavior was just too love-struck, okay?

It's the kind of thing that would get you flamed by netizens if posted online!

Qiong said mysteriously, "Didn't you make a prediction last night? That prediction was true!"

On March 7th, after a moment of confusion, he let out his third scream of the day, which shattered his voice.

No, no! You—

She thought about it for a long time and realized that it actually made a lot of sense when it came to He Yuan.

Her unparalleled beauty, her lively and cunning expression, and her admirable deeds—any one of them is enough to captivate anyone.

Sora is like this...

excusable.

But it's so magical...

What does it mean that Crane and I can't sleep well at night, so I ask him to be my pillow?

"Because He Yuan said that he has always had the habit of hugging pillows, but after his first marriage, he started to like the warmth and touch of human bodies. This time he came to Yalilo in a hurry and didn't find a male companion, so he asked me if I would be willing...hehe..."

Dan Heng wondered, was that what he meant by what he said last night?

Wouldn't he have missed an opportunity?

Dan Heng looked into Qiong's eyes and a hint of jealousy appeared.

Only a little bit.

He himself didn't understand the meaning; he himself let the opportunity slip away.

We'll add it later.

After much internal struggle, March 7th decided to end his journey on his own.

"Then you stay with him. I'm going back to the train to rest my voice." She sent a message on her phone, then looked at Danheng, "What are your plans, Teacher Danheng?"

Dan Heng said calmly, "I plan to collect more information and record it in the think tank when I get back."

Okay, here comes the responsible think tank administrator, Professor Danheng from the Human Body Library.

On March 7th, she waved goodbye and returned to the train, while Qiong jumped up excitedly and brought breakfast into He Yuan's room.

Danheng sent a message to Heyuan, asking if he could come in.

Crane Kite: Sure, I'd also like to invite you to come shopping with me.

Danheng: What about Qiong?

Crane Kite: Of course, we'll go together.

Danheng rubbed his forehead and replied with an "okay".

From the very beginning, he had little power to refuse.

He walked into the room and saw Qiong staring blankly at He Yuan eating, while he chattered on about his current experiences.

Having just experienced amnesia, the Star Core Spirit lived a vibrant life, recounting everything from the space station to Beloborg, and from a small incident to the search for Wuwubo, piquing the young man's curiosity.

"Uncle Wuwu? I've never seen such a creature before. Will you take me to see it next time?"

Having easily secured the next appointment, Qiong jumped up excitedly, then sat back down under He Yuan's watchful gaze, looking at him with a happy expression.

Danheng clenched his fists, walked to the other side of the bed and sat down, asking in a familiar tone, "Did you sleep well last night?"

He Yuan replied, "It's alright, your performance was quite good."

Qiong became alert.

When did Danheng become involved with Heyuan? Did they know each other before?

What does "performance" mean?

He looked at the two people who weren't that close, yet had their own distinct atmosphere, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

"And how did I perform?" Qiong asked. "Was I a satisfactory body pillow?"

He Yuan covered her mouth and smiled, "You are an excellent body pillow, Qiong. I hope you can excel in other areas as well."

Qiong didn't understand, but he nodded as if he understood, "I will try my best."

He Yuan had just finished her meal when she said, "Could you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment? I need to change my clothes."

Qiong and Danheng went out as instructed and looked at each other in the corridor.

Just as I was about to speak, a sound came from inside.

When I went in, all I saw was white fog, and there wasn't a single person in sight.

They immediately looked at the open windowsill, where there was a footprint.

When the white mist dissipated, a note was left on the vanity table, which had been completely cleared out.

I stole him. —Your dear old Sambo

Just as Qiong was about to chase after him, her phone rang a few times.

That was the notification sound he set for He Yuan.

Wife: I ran into a friend and have to cancel our plans for now.

Wife: See you on the fairy boat! ^-^

[End of Interlude (Part 1)]

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Author's note: The interludes are mostly from other people's perspectives, so I don't know what Xiao Yuan is thinking.