Fireworks +11
While there was still some time before Qi Yu got off work, Xu Liang drove to Boss Lin's place with Song Ying.
But Boss Lin is not in the store today, her assistant is here.
The assistant also knew Xu Liang and Qi Yu.
The store was filled with incense, and the air was filled with light smoke. The various exquisite classical clocks were covered with a mysterious cloak, which easily aroused the desire to appreciate them.
"This second hand isn't moving. Can you help me figure out what's wrong?"
The assistant put the pocket watch to his ear and listened, then swept the flashlight around and flicked it twice in his hand.
Looking again, the second hand that had been on strike has now stood guard again, continuing to record every second of time endlessly.
The assistant wiped the pocket watch clean and handed it back to Heo Kyung: "It must have been stuck for a moment, but it's fine now."
Xu Liang breathed a sigh of relief instantly, and the condensation cloud that was almost blocking his way dissipated.
"That's great, I'm glad you're okay!"
Song Ying's shoulders slumped back, and he leaned forward to take a quick look: "At least it was a false alarm."
After getting their things, the two were about to leave. They had only taken two steps when a melodious bell sounded suddenly, like a wisp of psychedelic green smoke, curling and dissipating, mixing into the already existing light mist.
Xu Liang's feet seemed to be suddenly pulled by someone, and he stopped in place and couldn't move.
She turned her eyes quickly, trying to find the source of the bell.
A huge antique clock suddenly caught my eye. The golden dial was reflected in the light of the store, and it was misty and hazy, as if it was separated by several times and spaces.
Xu Liang's pupils suddenly shrank, and the ringing of the bells in her ears continued. She couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or reality.
Song Ying also stopped, followed her gaze, and looked at the antique clock in front of him in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Song Ying asked.
Xu Liang didn't answer. He immediately turned back to the repair station and pointed at the antique clock. He asked urgently, "Does this clock ring every day?"
The assistant looked at her for two seconds before reacting and looking in the direction of her finger. He nodded and said, "Yes, it rings every two hours every day. How about it? It sounds nice, right?"
Xu Liang frowned and looked back again, his dark eyes as gloomy as ink. There seemed to be thousands of words in his throat that wanted to rush out, but at the same time, the exit was blocked and not a single word could come out.
Song Ying beside him suddenly understood, his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately rushed forward and asked, "Isn't this the bell sound you heard?"
Before Heo Kyung could answer, the assistant continued, "This clock was found by Sister Lin a while ago. Because it contains a legend, it has a very special name, 'Obsession.'"
Xu Liang raised his eyes again quickly.
This sounds so familiar.
I seem to have heard it somewhere.
The consciousness automatically captured some memories and transmitted them to the brain, causing the feeling of that day, and it seemed that the discomfort caused by the high heels on the feet was still there.
That day, Qi Yu was in the store, and Boss Lin said, "...This clock is an antique clock from many years ago. It has a very special name, called 'Obsession'..."
"Legend? What legend?"
Xu Liang was still lost in his memories when Song Ying asked out of curiosity.
The assistant also heard it from Boss Lin.
It is said that this clock belonged to a clock maker in the late Qing Dynasty. His wife loved collecting exquisite clocks, but exquisite clocks are not unique. She wanted to own a clock that was unparalleled in the world.
The clockmaker loved his wife very much, so he decided without hesitation to cast a clock that was uniquely hers.
Every component of the clock was polished and installed by two people together.
However, on the day the bell was completed, the bellmaker's wife died of illness, and the bell eventually became a relic.
From then on, the clockmaker did nothing every day. He just sat in front of the clock and told every little thing about him and his wife over and over again.
Perhaps his depression and persistence were really sensed. On a rainy night, the clockmaker sat by the window, staring blankly at the clock.
The hour hand and the second hand merge into one, the pendulum hanging under the clock face swings in time, and the melodious and pure bell sound is condensed with the sound of dense rain.
The clockmaker suddenly felt dizzy and passed out.
He didn't know how long it had been, but when he woke up again, the rainstorm had stopped and the bells had stopped ringing.
My vision was blurry, and my cheeks were wet with salty moisture from somewhere.
But just when he was puzzled, he saw an extra letter on the table.
It was his handwriting, but the tone of his late wife.
In the letter, the wife said that she didn't know what had happened, but her soul had entered his body.
Maybe it was because she felt too sorry for him, or maybe it was because his obsession was too deep.
She didn't know when her soul would leave, so she wrote the letter in a hurry.
She said she hoped the clockmaker could live a good life even if she was gone. The big clock was a symbol of their love and perhaps it could be preserved for many years to come.
She left, but she also stayed in another way.
Later, the bell maker named the bell "Obsession" and spread the story behind it to future generations until now.
"Isn't that a fantastical legend? And Mr. Qi, I heard from Sister Lin that this watch of yours seems to be a limited edition model. I don't know if it's true, but rumor has it that the three pairs of limited-edition pocket watches were all made by the descendants of the craftsman who made this antique clock."
"At the time, they were saying they wanted to commemorate the relationship between my grandparents, so they made three pairs of couple's pocket watches, so they have a similar purpose to antique clocks."
Rainstorm, bells, souls...
Antique clocks, couple pocket watches...
Similar in approach...
Xu Liang picked up Qi Yu's watch again and held it in his palm. The blood color on the edge of his thumb's nail bed had faded, and it was trembling pale.
The assistant didn't notice Xu Liang's expression was off, and added, "But these are just legends. How can reality be so weird? Soul travel and exchange? It's simply impossible."
“…”
Song Ying turned her head in disbelief and saw Xu Liang staring at the watch. She was about to say something, but the next second Xu Liang pulled her away.
Before leaving the store, Xu Liang greeted his assistant.
After fastening his seat belt, Song Ying could still feel the haze surrounding Xu Liang.
"Xiaojing..."
"Yingying," Xu Ying interrupted her before she could finish her words, "I'll take you home first. I have something to ask Qi Yu when I get back."
"……good."
…
When I got home, Qi Yu hadn't come back yet.
Xu Liang threw away his phone, took out his watch, and then stepped onto the sofa.
She put the two watches together.
Recalling what Boss Lin's assistant said, and the time when she and Qi Yu went to Boss Lin's shop to repair a watch.
His brows were furrowed, and thick clouds gathered in his heart, completely blocking all his joy.
So Qi Yu already knew the story behind the antique clock that day...
When he went to Boss Lin's shop, he even deliberately stopped her from saying anything that might be known to her...
So he already knew why their souls swapped, and how they could switch back...
But why didn't he tell her?
Don't want to change it back? But he has been saying every day these days that he really wants to change it back soon.
And every time he mentioned it, she would always agree with him, try to find solutions, and ask him which method he thought was more reliable.
No wonder he never speaks, it turns out he knows everything.
It made her look like a fool, amusing herself there.
Xu Liang felt really uncomfortable as his heart was filled with gloom.
Regardless of how much she disliked Qi Yu before, at least after confirming their relationship, she completely trusted him.
She thought that this kind of trust was natural between lovers and was a two-way thing.
It now appears that this is not the case.
The two pocket watches lay in the palm of my hand, but they had slowly lost their temperature.
A mechanical sound suddenly rang out from the entrance, and the person outside the door was already pressing the password.
Before long, a familiar figure appeared in her peripheral vision.
Qi Yu saw the person on the sofa as soon as he entered the room. He asked while changing his shoes, "Are you reading on the sofa?"
Xu Kyung didn't answer.
Qi Yu didn't care and came in after changing his shoes. "How about cooking dumplings for dinner?"
Xu Liang still didn't answer.
Qi Yu only then realized that she was holding two watches in her hands and had a gloomy expression.
He finally realized something was wrong, glanced at his watch twice, and then returned to Xu Liang's face.
He asked tentatively: "What's wrong with the pocket watch?"
There was a hint of guilt in his tentative tone.
This time, Xu Liang captured it accurately.
She suddenly raised her eyes, her gaze was slightly cold, and imbued with the original owner's sharpness.
The corners of Qi Yu's mouth stiffened slightly, as if he realized something.
Xu Liang seemed to have returned to the time when she hated Qi Yu the most. Her tone was not polite at all: "Mr. Qi is such a great actor. It would be a loss for them if the Oscars didn't give you an award."
Even though she admired his strong mental qualities, she didn't like the fact that he was using this to hide things from her.
Qi Yu took two steps forward, leaned over and took the watch from her hand: "Xiao Liang..."
He seemed to really understand, and his tone was full of flattery.
“…”
Xu Liang felt that he was too soft-hearted. He was clearly planning to settle the score with him, and he felt extremely upset and angry.
But when he said the flattering "Xiao Liang", the dark clouds in his heart dissipated and his stance was shaken.
She didn't know what kind of magic this person had.
Something that can make her like, hate, happy and angry.
But she couldn't reveal her cards too quickly in front of him. She raised her chin again, crossed her arms over her chest, and deliberately pulled her lips down, saying in a bad tone: "I went to Boss Lin's place today. I know everything I need to know. This is your chance. Explain quickly."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yu almost immediately put down his pocket watch, took a step directly to her side, and wrapped his hands tightly around hers.
Xu Kyung only then realized that his palms were very warm.
The gaze he cast at her was scorching, and the familiar heat had already burned through the surface of the wall she used as a defense.
Xu Liang subconsciously stepped back, and then Qi Yu explained the key points: "I know why our souls swapped, but I don't have any other purpose except wanting to be with you!"
He spoke quickly, his tone as sincere and pure as the first snow in early winter.
The heat grew a bit stronger.
There's almost a hole in the wall.
Xu Kyung swallowed unconsciously and asked, "With me?"
Xu Ying only then realized that Qi Yu regarded their soul swap as an opportunity.
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