Chapter 81: Mutual Cause and Effect As long as you like it, that's fine...
Chang Xile was initially undecided and wanted to ask Yang Guisi for advice. But now that Yang Guisi had already fallen asleep, she retreated back into bed, silently examining the unmistakable ID on her phone, muttering to herself, "Shuixiang?"
Isn’t this the audience who gave her and Gui Si 500,000 yuan?
Chang Xile had long been curious about why this viewer, known as "Shuixiang," was so generous in giving hundreds of thousands of yuan to a livestreamer he'd never met. Was it simply a matter of chemistry, a feeling of "money can't buy me happiness"?
Seeing the message he sent, I wondered if there might be another reason. After all, he'd said "long time no see," which meant they might have met before.
But that's not necessarily the case. Since they knew her "Blue Eyes", they might be the audience that was attracted when Chang Xile and Yang Guisi did their first live broadcast together in the rental house.
The answer to this question lingered in Chang Xile's mind like Schrödinger's cat. She pondered it, convincing herself—after all, they'd spent half a million dollars, so as a co-host, answering a viewer's question wouldn't matter! Besides, if she could find out the viewer's reasoning behind their purchase, it might help them replicate their success and achieve even greater success next time!
Chang Xile figured it out and responded quickly. First, she had to find out whether this person knew her or was just playing tricks, so she asked:
[Have we met before?]
Water Lane: [Of course]
Lan Tong: [During my last live broadcast?]
Water Lane: [Wrong]
Water Lane: [Long time ago]
Is that someone I know in real life? Chang Xile frowned and asked:
[Who are you? ]
Shuixiang: [Is this question difficult for you because there are many people like me around you?]
Chang Xile has no idea what kind of people “like him” are. Are they rich people?
This person was always playing tricks on her, or pretending to know her in order to provoke her. Whatever the reason, Chang Xile was not very happy to continue the conversation. She preferred to speak frankly.
Blue Eyes: [What kind of person are you?]
Water Lane: [Not important]
Chang Xile laughed in anger: "If nothing else matters, why are you still sending me a private message?"
Shuixiang: [More importantly, I want to know if you've encountered any difficulties that require you to rely on live streaming to make a living?]
Chang Xile saw this question, held her head in her hands, and thought seriously for a rare moment. She recalled her original intention of joining Yang Guisi's livestream, and as she thought about it, a gentle smile slowly formed at the corner of her lips.
[To get a kitten.]
Water Lane: [Kitten?]
Blue Eyes: [Yes, a very expensive kitten.]
Shuixiang was silent for a while before saying:
[As long as you like it, that's fine]
After that, he didn't reply again, and the chat interface also showed that the other party was offline.
Chang Xile put down her phone and lay back, her head sinking into the soft pillow. She looked up at the ceiling. Because the curtains were not drawn tightly, the streetlights, car lights, and various other lights from outside the window intertwined and hit the ceiling, inexplicably like a galaxy of stars.
She just looked at him quietly, with mist in her eyes.
When he woke up the next day, Yang Guisi was no longer in the room. Chang Xile rubbed his eyes and stood up to look for her in the living room, calling out Yang Guisi's name, but to no avail.
She took a few more steps before she found the note on the dining table. The note was held down by a key, and the breakfast in the thermos bag next to it was still steaming slightly.
[I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first. I've bought breakfast. I don't know what time you'll wake up, so if it's cold, just heat it up in the microwave. If you want to go back to the dorm, I'll leave the key with you after you lock the door.]
Chang Xile sighed inaudibly. She had clearly sensed that Yang Guisi was in a bad mood, and she believed their relationship was already deep, but she still couldn't get her to open up. Chang Xile couldn't help but reflect on herself, wondering if it was because she was always in the "caregiving" role that Yang Guisi felt untrustworthy.
After she finished her meal, she quietly cleaned up some traces of living in the house last night.
Chang Xile is very lazy about cleaning at home. But that doesn't mean she doesn't clean, it's just that she doesn't plan to clean at a fixed time like her father Chang Tai, nor does she clean up anything dirty like her mother Tang Shixin.
According to Chang Xile, she has her own rhythm.
Now, once she started cleaning up, she would kill him without a trace. When she had cleared away all the garbage, she looked up and saw a faint red light flashing in a small niche on the kitchen ceiling.
Chang Xile had often seen these small shrines at her grandparents' homes. Perhaps they were used to honor ancestors? Chang Xile didn't believe in them, and the adults didn't talk much about them with her. But Yang Guisi wasn't renting, so how could she have such a corner in her home?
Moreover, the oranges offered as tribute in front of the small niche had turned white, as if they were moldy.
Chang Xile was a bit conflicted. First, the niche was very high up, and she didn't even know how to place the fruit offerings there, let alone clean them. Second, this was someone else's statue, and she didn't know anything about it, so she might have violated some taboos.
I'd better remind Yang Guisi later, so Chang Xile wouldn't be so obsessive. She picked up the garbage bag and took the key to go out. Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back.
Wasn't that alcove glowing red just now? Perhaps there was some lighting device inside, but why was it off now? Chang Xile looked at the row of switches she had flipped off, wondering if she had done so accidentally. She tried pressing them back one by one, and finally, when she pressed the second button in the lower right corner, the alcove's light came on.
Chang Xile opened the door and left with satisfaction.
But within half a minute after the door closed, the red light went out again.
When Chang Xile returned to the dormitory, Fang Xinai excitedly rushed up to her, grabbed her wrist, and said, "Xile, I declare that from today on, you are also my idol!"
Chang Xile was confused and asked Ren Qing, who was leaning against the side with his arms folded, "What happened to her?"
Ren Qing shook his head with a smile and said, "I watched your live broadcast last night."
"Honestly, those two moves of yours were so cool. The talisman was thrown out, and it didn't fall to the ground or get swept away by the air currents. Instead, it flew straight to the angle you wanted. And then the hedgehog was blocked by something!" Fang Xinai asked with shining eyes, "Could it be that you are the senior sister of some sect?"
Chang Xile held her shoulders to distance the two of them, and couldn't help but laugh at her: "What kind of immortality novel are you reading recently? Stop guessing."
"That's really cool! I've seen your edited video too." Fang Xinai maliciously imitated internet jargon and started to cheer, "Goddess, Goddess, I will follow you forever—"
Chang Xile punched her lightly on the shoulder, smiled, pulled out a chair and sat down.
"And your golden cat-face mask suits you very well. Why did you choose this mask? And your ID is Blue Eyes, why is that?" Fang Xinai asked curiously.
Chang Xile, hearing her talk, recalled the reasoning behind the name. Her thought was simple: since the cat sees the world through a cat's eyes, she might as well name it after them. And when she thought about what a cat's eyes should look like, Sui Sui's lake-blue eyes naturally came to mind.
At that time, I didn’t know that Sui Sui was Anping.
Chang Xile's smile faded slightly. She looked down at the table and quickly spotted an "outsider" who didn't belong there. She picked up the small pen and pondered for a moment. Only after Fang Xinai's prompt did she remember it was the UV pen Ren Qing had given Chang Xile when they were making postcard materials.
Just as she was about to put the pen aside and tidy up the desk, Fang Xinai beside her suddenly started coughing.
"What's wrong with you? The weather has been hot recently. Have you caught a cold?" Chang Xile turned his head to observe her expression. Fang Xinai was a girl who had no control over her appetite. She was used to eating whatever she wanted, so she got sick easily.
But at this moment, Fang Xinai's cheeks were rosy and shiny, and she didn't look sick at all. She just smiled hesitantly and said, "Look at this pen. You hold it, don't you have the urge to play with it?"
Chang Xile shook her head honestly. She had already seen how beautiful the ultraviolet pen looked on postcards last time.
"It doesn't necessarily have to be on the postcard. You're so young, you should be curious. You can take pictures anywhere." Fang Xinai still refused to give up, but kept avoiding the question.
Chang Xile was a little confused by Fang Xinai, but she was still very patient and waited quietly for Fang Xinai to finish speaking.
Fang Xin'ai was at a loss for words. No matter how much she said, there was nothing she could do if the enemy refused to move.
Ren Qing couldn't stand it any longer. She walked over and dragged Fang Xinai away, forcing her to go shopping with her. Before she closed the door, she said, "She used an ultraviolet lamp to illuminate the painting on your desk last time."
Leaving behind a silent room and a confused Chang Xile.
Outside the door, Fang Xinai was a little mad: "Ahhh, then if they get back together, wouldn't I be part of driving their emotions? I don't want that. Master Guisi said it's wrong to arbitrarily interfere with other people's karma."
Ren Qing said calmly, "Hmm," "It was me who interfered, not you."
"Isn't it still the same?" Fang Xinai followed Ren Qing's footsteps weakly.
"But didn't you say that sometimes, we and the people around us are mutually causal?" Ren Qing's voice was a little low as she said, "Today I will be the cause for others. Who knows, maybe in the future, they will become my result."
Fang Xinai actually agreed with this logic and nodded. After a while, she was attracted to Ren Qing: "Sister Ren, I always feel that you have become a little whiter recently..."
"Yeah?"
…
Chang Xile sat in the dormitory, looking at the picture of sunset that had been placed in front of her, with complex emotions in her eyes.
She picked up the UV pen Ren Qingsong had given her and carefully shone it from the upper left corner of the painting towards the edges. Soon, she found a clue beneath the flying white-feathered bird, the focal point of the painting.
Usually, her eyes are focused on this area most often. It is the finishing touch, the touch of movement in the stillness, and the visual center of the picture.
But she never discovered that Anping's handwriting was hidden here.
A cat's paw print, with the word "joy" carefully written next to it.
Chang Xile kept holding up the UV pen. She still remembers complaining:
"Who would carry a pen like that?"
But soon, she suddenly stood up. Chang Xile barely had time to clean up her dormitory this time. She put the UV pen in her pocket, got a painting tube, carefully placed the sunset painting in it, and hurried away.
Empty taxis kept rolling down the street at the school gate. It was the time when students were out having fun after school, and the demand was high, so they planned to take more orders, preferably ones that were farther away.
Master Zhang was driving leisurely while listening to a little tune when he was suddenly stopped by a short-haired girl.
As soon as he parked the car, the girl hurriedly opened the door and sat in the back seat.
"Where are you in such a hurry to go, girl?" Master Zhang hadn't seen a college student going out to play alone for a long time, let alone one who looked like she was in a hurry. He guessed that she must have something urgent to do.
"Jingmeng Garden." Chang Xile, barely catching his breath, stared at the road ahead and said, "Drive faster, please."
This is a famous villa area on the west side of the city. Even if you have the money, you might not be able to live there. Just as Master Zhang was about to say, "That's quite a distance. Are you in a hurry to get home?" he caught the girl's cold glare in the rearview mirror. Master Zhang, usually talkative, fell silent for a rare moment and continued driving.
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