Chapter 279 What to do now? Afraid to go home.
Feng Yi ignored Yu Ling's words and turned to look at Shao Siming.
The moment their eyes met, Brother Shrimp had already run over with the crispy mountain he had bought.
Seeing this, Shao Siming took a step back, "Then we'll take our leave..."
"Hey, wait a minute, little sister. Why are you in such a hurry to leave as soon as your brother arrives? Take this with you. Fengyi specifically asked me to buy you some crispy mountain pastries." A rough male voice suddenly rang out.
Yu Ling was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned around, "Who's talking?!"
There was no one behind him...
Realizing something, he stiffened his neck and looked at the cute little girl who had just run towards him...
Brother Shrimp has incredibly fast hands.
While Shao Siming was still in shock, she slammed the bowl into Feng Yi's hands and then smacked him twice on the back of the head. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and give it to him! How can you be so clueless!"
"Didn't you just say you missed me? What's wrong? Did you get your mouth sealed?"
Yu Ling pointed at him, trembling, "You, you, you... wear it, wear it..."
"What do you mean, 'you'!" Shrimp Bro rolled his eyes. "You're not composed at all. You're nowhere near as good as our Feng Yi!"
Yu Ling: "..."
After Shrimp Bro's antics, the previously somewhat silent atmosphere began to relax.
"Pfft—" Shao Siming was the first to burst out laughing.
She took the crispy mountain from Feng Yi's hand, thanked him, and immediately turned to look at Shrimp Brother's new look. "Shrimp Brother? Hua Li mentioned you to me on the communication stone."
"This little dress really suits you, it looks great on you!"
Shrimp Bro smiled at her, secretly put his hands behind his back, and gave her a thumbs up.
Feng Yi noticed his movement and turned her head.
Behind the tree at the crispy mountain stall, two fluffy heads peeked out. Seeing that he had spotted her, Huali immediately smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.
This moment—
Feng Yi's heart felt as if it were being soaked in warm water, a feeling that was hard to describe.
He gazed quietly at the little girl behind the tree.
Suddenly, I realized how wonderful it is to be alive.
*
It's nice to stroll around and spend another day.
Ao Bai looked at Hua Li and said, "What? At your age, you've learned to run away from home? You've already strolled around Wanbao Street twice. If you're so capable, then live here!"
"No way!" Huali refused without even thinking. "Hotels in this kind of shopping district are so expensive. Would I look like a fool to waste money coming here?"
"That's true." He convinced Ao Bai in a second.
Huali finished the crispy mountain in her hand, then looked sadly at the remaining bowl. "What should I do? It'll melt if I don't eat it soon."
"Don't give it to me." Ao Bai shook his head. "I suddenly remembered that the headquarters hasn't paid my salary yet, and my heart is already cold enough."
"You haven't been paid, and I'm still owed nothing. We're both in such a sorry state." Huali had a sudden inspiration. "Ranran is here too. What do you think, should we use our connections to subtly inquire about her salary?"
Ao Bai: "So you don't care at all how many stars the other side has, huh?"
"Forget it, forget it, let's not listen to it." Huali waved her hand. "What if she has more than me? Jealousy will make me unrecognizable."
"Besides, we've run out of connections. We were getting along alright with Zhan Li before, but he's so young and doesn't know how to behave. He always asks me for money whenever he sees me. Tell me, who can stand that?!"
As Huali was thinking, the sunlight overhead was suddenly covered by a shadow.
Looking up, I met a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.
*
Fu Yan had just returned from outside the city. Although most of the black energy had been destroyed, some had still escaped.
He's been dealing with these things for the past few days.
It was still early today, and on his way into the city, he overheard people discussing Singles' Day. Normally, he wouldn't have paid any attention, but now, for some inexplicable reason, he found himself on Wanbao Street. As a result, he spotted Huali squatting by the wall in the distance.
The girl's scarlet gauze dress draped lightly over her, like a slightly curled spring begonia petal falling into the light and shadow at the base of the wall.
With her head down, she held a cup of crispy pastry and watched intently as the kitten stretched in front of her.
Fu Yan walked up to her and stood in front of her.
Huali looked up and was somewhat surprised to see who it was.
Looking for her?
She raised an eyebrow, not speaking rashly, but waiting for the other person to speak first.
Fu Yan: "......"
Karin: "???"
Fu Yan: "......"
Huali: "......" What's this guy doing here?
Huali: "...Hi? What a coincidence?"
Fu Yan nodded. "It's a coincidence."
A cold wind blew by...
Fu Yan looked at Hua Li's slightly embarrassed smile and pursed his lips.
As the chief disciple of the Talisman Sect, he was expected to be a role model for his fellow disciples from a young age. His calligraphy, from drawing talismans with vermilion ink to measuring with each step, required utmost precision, leaving no room for error.
Aside from Zhu Qi and Mu Chen, only Mo Ziyan and Tang Wanwan from the Sword Sect had some connection with him. When others saw him, apart from the necessary instruction, few people would take the initiative to approach him for a chat.
His master once earnestly told him: "It is perfectly acceptable to have an iron will in the Dao. However, if one is to be the leader of a sect, one must also have a degree of tact and flexibility."
Even Ranran kept trying to take him to experience the joys of everyday life: there are so many things in the world, he should taste them all.
But this dignified and self-possessed shell had long been a part of his flesh and blood, and he really didn't know how to change it.
Like now, we look at each other in silence, not knowing how to start a conversation.
As Fu Yan hesitated, just as he was about to turn around, the girl in front of him suddenly raised her hand.
Huali handed over the crispy mountain she was holding. The peaks of cheese piled on top had slightly collapsed, and honey-colored syrup meandered and flowed, reflecting the sunlight and radiating a sweet and warm glow.
"Do you want some? It's a little melted, but it's clean."
“I don’t eat this,” Fu Yan shook her head. “It’s too sweet and can easily disturb one’s mind.”
Huali: "......" Then why were you looking at it for so long?
The girl casually withdrew her hand and looked back at her cat. It was as if her question had been nothing more than a wisp of insignificant wind brushing against the stone wall, gone as quickly as it came.
The shadow of Fu Yan standing upright like a pine tree, and the leisurely figure of Hua Li squatting and petting a cat, are separated into two worlds under the wall.
But then a strange question burst from Fu Yan's lips, "Why...why didn't you encourage me to try more?"
Karin paused in her petting of the cat, and after realizing he was talking to her, she looked surprised.
No, brother, we're not even that close.
But this older brother had no intention of letting her go and stubbornly waited for an answer. Huali spoke dryly, "Didn't you say you didn't like it?"
"Yes, I don't like it."
A vein throbbed on Karin's forehead: "...Then what should I advise you on?"
Fu Yan pressed on, a rare occurrence for him, as if reciting a spell that had to be broken: "But... I should try something new."
"I should also change my personality and become... more tactful."
Huali breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out her son had come here to discuss the philosophy of life with her.
She held a dessert cake in one hand and rested her chin on the other, glancing at him, "So, do you want to change it?"
"In no mood."
"Isn't that settled then?" Huali spread her hands. "This is your personality, your path. Why insist on changing it? If you force a square stone to become a round one, not only will the stone suffer, but the person grinding it will also put in a lot of effort."
Fu Yan was stunned; he had never heard of this theory before.
His voice lowered, carrying a barely perceptible strain, "But... how can someone as cold and indifferent as me support the entire Talisman Sect? How can I win over the people?"
"Good heavens! So that's why you suddenly started talking to me, you're here in Versailles!" She hasn't even secured her salary yet, and he's already become the CEO of the Fu Sect.
Fu Yan stared blankly at the girl's suddenly ferocious expression, "What?"
Jealousy distorted Huali's appearance, and she said sourly, "It's too early to force yourself to accept changes you don't like."
"You're going to get a lot of beatings from society in the future!"
Fu Yan remained stunned.
While his thoughts were still lingering between this sudden enlightenment and subtle hesitation, Huali had already lowered his head.
I don't want to talk to him.
The peak of the flaky pastry in her hand had completely collapsed, and the honey syrup was about to overflow the rim of the bowl. Huali frowned; throwing it away would be too wasteful...
She glanced at Fu Yan, then secretly tugged at the gauze robe around her waist...
He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind!
Just as Huali opened her mouth, a hand with distinct knuckles and thin calluses hovered steadily in front of her.
Fu Yan lifted the corner of his robe and knelt down with her in the corner.
"Give it to me."
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