Chapter 143 In the struggle for Mother's...
After getting his mother's permission, Pingyu dragged Nezha into the master bedroom.
Embroidered curtains were drawn on either side, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows let sunlight into the room, reflecting off the silky sheen of the duvet cover. Pingyu's home was decorated in a warm and inviting style, filled with warm colors. According to Pingyu's description, her family wasn't considered extremely wealthy in this era. Even so, their standard of living was far superior to that of wealthy merchants in the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
Whether a country is prosperous or not depends on the lives of its people. If even ordinary people are so wealthy, then this dynasty can be called a "golden age".
Nezha reluctantly followed Pingyu into the dressing room, where Pingyu rummaged through the cabinet containing the new clothes.
Her father dressed simply; at a glance, the clothes hanging in the closet were mostly black and white. She picked up two hangers, looking quite interested: "Which one do you want?"
He thought for a moment, then pointed to the left: "This one."
Nezha chose white.
Ping was surprised; she had thought that, given Nezha's personality, he would choose black. Time was limited, so she took out a pair of charcoal gray high-waisted wide-leg pants for Nezha to change into.
As the dressing room door opened and closed, Nezha emerged like a character in a game whose outfit could be changed by switching cards. Ordinary clothes looked impeccably tailored on him, even the cotton fabric appeared luxurious. He had instinctively tucked a small portion of his T-shirt into his waistband, the folds bunching up and loosely hanging to one side. A long, thin black leather belt hung loosely down his waist, like a cat's tail.
It's true that fashion sense really depends on your face!
He stood there like a magazine model, seemingly from a different dimension than others.
Nezha tugged at his clothes and stared at Pingyu for a moment. Suddenly, he raised his lips in a smile. Pingyu, confused, smiled foolishly as well. Nezha, however, pointed to his cheek, leaned close to her face, and called out, "Le'an."
"Um?"
"Your face." The boy poked his cheek with his fingertip, his tone gentle: "You're blushing."
Pingyu was pulled close to her cheek, only then realizing it was burning hot and red. She trembled, pursing her lips and hastily backing away. Nezha took another step forward, stretching his neck to press against hers, wanting to kiss her lips. Just as they drew closer, Li Mei's voice rang out at the perfect moment: "Are you done?"
Their intertwined breaths suddenly stopped, and Pingyu quickly pushed Nezha away.
This is not modern times.
She covered the lower half of her face with her hand and mumbled, "Article four: You can't kiss me in public."
"no."
Nezha slowly loosened the ribbon binding his double-bun hairstyle. His jet-black hair cascaded down his perfectly angled shoulders and neck, clashing against his pure white T-shirt, as vibrant as the night. A few strands clung to the boy's handsome face, which he gently held in his lips. Ping Yu stared at his face, swallowing softly. After refusing him, Nezha tossed her a question: "Am I handsome?"
Pingyu nodded vigorously, unable to resist the beauty: "Beautiful, you're the most beautiful!"
Nezha smiled, his eyes crinkling, and slowly gathered his hair into a high ponytail, answering with ease, "If it looks good, then I can kiss you."
After saying that, he went straight to peck at the palm of the girl's hand that was facing outwards when she covered her lips.
Ping Yu's breath hitched; he felt this was even more embarrassing than kissing.
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Fortunately, Nezha did not make things difficult for her. After kissing the girl's knuckles a few times, he let her go outside.
Before leaving, Pingyu took out her old phone, inserted a SIM card from her own phone into it, and handed it to Nezha. She left with the words, "I'll teach you in the car later," and then pulled Nezha along to the elevator.
As the elevator operates, the metal doors remain tightly shut. When a person stands before it, their shadow is elongated and distorted by the door's facade. Listen closely, and you can hear the sound of the conveyor belt rolling afterward. Nezha becomes alert, his muscles tense.
"What's this?"
"elevator."
During the question-and-answer session, Pingyu took his hand and led him into the staircase.
Nezha asked, "Why can this small, square object travel up and down the heavenly ladder?"
In his view, an elevator is a square copper box that carries people, built on a steel frame extending from the ground to the sky. Pingyu's house is built in the sky, far away from the hustle and bustle. Pingyu knew he was asking about the workings of an elevator, but the design of such a thing required a lot of specialized knowledge, and it was probably impossible to explain it to an "old relic" like Nezha.
So she blinked and said to him, "Because a thousand years later, mortals will have mastered the art of weapon crafting."
Nezha: !
"We wanted to get closer to the Heavenly Palace and see the true face of the immortals. So, after thousands of years, we found the method to create the Heavenly Ladder."
To reach out and touch the clouds, one no longer needs to traverse mountains or beg for divine mercy.
Nezha pondered for a moment and said seriously, "The Heavenly Palace is nine heavens away from the mortal world. This heavenly ladder is probably too short. We need to go up a bit more."
As she spoke, Pingyu looked up at the numbers above. She lived on the thirty-fifth floor, and considering it was rush hour and other residents would be sharing the elevator, it would take some time to get to the second basement level. Pingyu opened the video of the rocket and placed it in front of Nezha.
“To reach the true Heavenly Palace, the Heavenly Ladder alone is insufficient,” Ping Yu’s voice rang in his ears. Nezha looked at the screen, where a cone with an arrowhead burst into flames at its base, shooting straight into the sky with unstoppable momentum. He was startled by the loud noise, his high-tied hair instantly exploding. However, the rocket pierced through the sky visible to the naked eye, arriving at a far darker place. The video changed. Several strangely dressed, bulky people arrived at a desolate and pale area.
Nezha had been to the Heavenly Court, but had never seen this place before. The cone-shaped structure had traversed more than nine heavens, and probably even surpassed them.
Where is this?
The boy reached out and touched the pause button on the video.
She said, "This is the Moon Palace."
Pingyu showed Nezha a video of the moon landing. It sounded rather absurd for a mortal to show the immortals Chang'e's abode. Nezha now had a real understanding of what Pingyu meant by "mastering weapon crafting." For millennia, mortals' pursuit of the sky had never ceased. Initially, they yearned for the Jade Palace, hoping to be as free as birds and feast on the bells and jade of the celestial beings. Even after they could ascend to the Nine Heavens, they no longer wanted to become gods. Mortals looked even further, wanting to see the Milky Way beyond the clouds, and what the heavens beyond the heavens were like.
“I don’t understand,” Nezha frowned slightly. “You are already living high in the sky and can eat eggs, milk, vegetables and fruits every day, so why are you still so busy that your feet never touch the ground? It doesn’t sound like being rich is associated with being idle.”
"And what about you?" Nezha looked at her, thinking of her pitifully small bank balance: "Are you working too?"
"No."
With a crisp "ding," the elevator arrived. The doors slowly opened, and Pingyu's answer followed.
"Our predecessors have already built ships to cross the Milky Way," she said, her eyes crinkling as she smiled at Nezha. "And we are busy making it possible for people to live in the Moon Palace."
Author's note: I suddenly found this very interesting.
Nezha is not an ordinary ancient person, but a deity.
Although Pingyu was a fairy descended to earth, he was still a mortal in this life. Nezha needed to come to the modern world and be exposed to new ideas and technologies to understand why Pingyu wanted to return to his own era even if it meant returning to the Heavenly Court a lifetime later.
At first, it was alluring beauty, but the more you look at the Heavenly Silk, the redder it becomes.
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