Chapter 53 He would never like it, nor could he...
this......
Pingyu and his mother made the same sound.
She's only eleven years old, how did she start being forced into blind dates? And the blind date is her childhood friend who used to squat in the corner with her.
Nezha listened intently, his ears practically pecking through the crack in the door. Pingyu wondered why the child was so interested in such things; was he going through puberty? She struggled a few times but couldn't pull her hand away from the boy's. Pingyu gave up on leaving and reluctantly continued listening.
"Never mind," she thought. "If my mother really intends to arrange a marriage, I'll go in and disrupt it!"
Inside the house, Xue Yue'e also gave her answer. She still held the same ideas she had in Balai, but things shouldn't be said so absolutely.
Yin realized that her sisters didn't want to talk about it, so she brushed it off lightly with a nod.
The conversation inside the room shifted to the fashionable styles of hairpins.
Fortunately, his mother was open-minded, and Pingyu breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no point in listening to anything more, so she said to her companion who was still clinging on, "Let's go, Nezha?"
The boy lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.
He seemed troubled by a question, his brows furrowed tightly.
Ping Yu's heart skipped a beat: No way, does she really not want to marry me?
They were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little! But childhood sweethearts are always defeated by newcomers, and Pingyu didn't want to be a loser at all.
She shook her head to shake off the increasingly outrageous idea and tried to comfort the other person.
Just as he was about to speak, Nezha suddenly raised his head.
He asked, "Why can we only talk about these things after we reach the age of coming of age and wearing the cap?"
The practice of dual cultivation between Daoist partners is so advanced that even newly sentient spirits can form a bond with each other.
So it turns out she didn't dislike me; she was just thinking about these things!
Pingyu chuckled: "Because that's when we were truly grown up. Marriage is an adult matter! We were just kids, and all we needed to do was be happy every day."
"Does marriage necessarily lead to a life of unhappiness?" he thought, reminiscing about his parents.
Clearly, Li Jing's most eager moment upon returning home each day was to be intimate with Lady Yin. They were the epitome of love in Chen Tang Pass, a model couple, respectful and devoted to each other. In Nezha's memory, his parents only ever argued about him. When his father was dissatisfied with him and beat him until his skin was bruised and bleeding, his mother would protect him. His mother would lie on his body, crying, her tears as hot as molten iron.
Pingyu was unlike his mother; she never shed a tear, even when faced with life-or-death situations.
If Pingyu sheds tears simply because he is marrying him, Nezha feels that this is not right.
He didn't want to cause the other person more pain than he did in the face of danger.
"If you don't meet a good man, will you be unhappy all the time?" Pingyu himself was also puzzled by this question: "Perhaps not if you meet a good person? In families like ours, we don't need to worry about dowries and betrothal gifts. As long as we have enough for basic necessities, life won't be too bad. But people's hearts are unpredictable, and people who live together for a long time will always have arguments and friction. Even a dog that has been raised for a long time will throw a tantrum if the bone isn't tasty today. People are even more complicated! If there is a dispute, you will be unhappy."
“Then we can just avoid arguing,” Nezha thought matter-of-factly. “People argue because of an imbalance of power. Just like when my father and mother argued, it was because my mother couldn’t stop my father, so she could only rely on constantly persuading him to give in. As long as neither side can control the other’s thoughts, they can avoid a war of words.”
His argument with Li Jing stemmed from this.
Everyone in the mansion is a pawn in the opponent's hands; whoever he wants to land in a certain place must stay there.
He stared straight at her, and Ping Yu felt a strange mix of emotions. Was it really just a child's curiosity, just beginning to understand the ways of the world, that led him to ask such questions? Hesitantly, and uncertainly, she asked, "Do you have someone you like, Nezha?"
What does it mean to like?
"If you want something, I have it."
"Still just a child..." Ping Yu sighed almost imperceptibly.
Before she transmigrated, she was just a high school student, wearing an ugly tomato and egg school uniform, spending her days immersed in a sea of exercises and having no interest in early romance. These things should have been taught by Nezha's mother and brothers, so why ask her alone? Pingyu tried hard to recall all the descriptions of romance she had read in movies, TV dramas, comics, and novels.
She racked her brains:
“It’s not that kind of liking. It’s… um… I don’t know!” Pingyu said, getting angry at herself. Nezha looked at her strangely as she suddenly became fierce halfway through her sentence, and the girl stomped her foot and spun around. He asked, “Were you bitten by a bug?”
It wasn't that I was bitten, it was that I was speechless!
Although she has experience advising her roommates, that doesn't mean she can magically master the art of love without any instruction, especially since she's never been in a relationship! Who knows what it feels like to like someone? She muttered twice and then said, "If your heart beats differently when you see them, that means you like them!"
Even after the banquet ended and it was the dead of night, when even the cicadas were asleep, Nezha was still thinking about this matter.
Pingyu disliked having someone guarding the door while he slept, so all the slaves were sent outside the courtyard.
For Nezha, sneaking into the courtyards of ordinary people was an easy task.
As he entered Pingyu's room, not even a speck of dust was shaken off, the window lattice opened and closed.
The boy landed lightly and went straight to the bedside.
The candles had long since gone out, leaving only the hazy moonlight illuminating the girl's face.
Nezha felt the pulsation above.
Thump, thump...
There was no difference from usual.
After a while, he gently grabbed at the air with his hand.
The boy's fingers and palms were enveloped in spiritual energy, breaking through the calm and still air.
In the instant his fingers closed, a black-furred creature was seized by the scruff of its neck, as easily as taking something from a bag. If anyone had seen it, they would have recognized that what Nezha had caught was a rat dressed in green. It possessed the power to plunge people into nightmares; it was a rat spirit that had cultivated for a thousand years. But in Nezha's hands, it was nothing more than a mangosteen with slightly tough skin. With a casual squeeze, it burst open, scattering purple demonic energy everywhere, staining the boy's face.
Even when faced with the gemstones he wanted, his heartbeat remained steady.
Is liking also a form of fear? Nezha sat on Pingyu's bed, leaning closer to her. Those who have escaped a nightmare sleep deeply and are not easily awakened. He took Pingyu's hand and let her rest it on his neck. The girl's slender fingers, still warm from the blankets, were manipulated by Nezha to press down on his vital points.
The fingers clenched tighter and tighter; oxygen was running low.
My heartbeat remained steady.
Why?
Nezha released Pingyu's hand and tucked her in.
In the past, his heart would only race when facing a crisis.
For example, the time when he dealt with the Yin spirit at Cihang Dock.
But even when Pingyu choked him, his heart didn't beat normally.
Is it because her hands are not threatening?
No claws, no calluses.
The girl's hands were usually nourished with flowers and ointments, as delicate as white jade. Even when her hands were choking him, Nezha only felt as if he were wearing a necklace.
Looking at Ping Yu's face, which had relaxed slightly due to the death of the rat spirit, the boy thought with a bit of annoyance: How can this be scary?
If that were the case, he probably would never have "liked" Pingyu, nor would he have been able to marry her...
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