World Three
Yu Chengwei did not feel dissatisfied with the fact that he was woken up after just a short sleep. He carried the pink and white bag and pulled He Xing towards the dilapidated temple next to the broken pavilion.
His attitude was natural, as if the back of his head didn't hurt at all.
As He Xing walked forward with Yu Chengwei, he lowered his head to smell his arm.
He Xing didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt like he had just taken a bath in toilet water.
The system was well aware that this host was different from the one it had previously bound to, so it not only didn't dare to laugh, but also shrunk its own size, fearing that the host would see it.
He Xing couldn't read minds, so he turned around and looked at the system.
This glance immediately reminded the system of the horror of being scolded and treated like a punching bag when they first met. It muttered to itself: "How could I have known the host's reaction would be so strong..."
[That's a good rebuttal.] He Xing glanced at the system when Yu Chengwei wasn't paying attention. [But don't refute it next time.]
He had almost forgotten about that matter, but the system's loud whispering made him remember it again.
The dilapidated temple was just like the dilapidated pavilion outside. Not only were the pillars peeling, but when you looked up you could even see the clear blue sky - because most of the tiles on top had fallen off.
Whenever He Xing saw such dilapidated temples when traveling, he would stay away from them.
Firstly, he was not that curious, and secondly, he always felt that there was a lot of dust in such temples where few people went.
But Yu Chengwei is different. For the first time, Yu Chengwei didn't have to listen to others explaining things to them in standard Mandarin that could be used as a host, so now he just feels novel when he sees everything.
At this moment, Yu Chengwei was looking at the mural on the wall with curiosity.
The murals on the wall are like the pillars in the temple, many of them are missing more than half, and there is no beauty at all.
But Yu Chengwei just watched with great interest, and turned to look at He Xing, who walked to the door, slapped his hand away, and then stood there motionless.
"Look at this, He Xing!" Yu Chengxu pointed at the mural, looking a little excited. "It looks like a flying fairy!"
He Xing looked at the small suitcase in his hand, then at the system that was still pretending he didn't exist, and said to it in his heart: "Guard it."
This time, the system was still angry but dared not say anything, and once again sat on He Xing's suitcase.
He Xing and Yu Chengwei stood on a parallel line.
He looked at the mural on the wall without saying a word.
Perhaps because no one is taking care of this dilapidated temple, the colors of the murals are very light and you have to look closely to see what is painted on them.
He Xing didn't know much about murals, but at least he could guess what these characters did by looking at their clothing and expressions.
...For example, this person wrapped in green ribbons and floating upwards looks like a god at first glance.
For example, the one in the lower right corner is in the pot... Wait, why is it in the pot?
He Xing turned his gaze back and saw a person with black pointed ears soaking in the pot.
After confirming that this thing obviously had nothing to do with "Flying Sky", He Xing couldn't help coughing when he saw Yu Chengwei still staring at the people wrapped in ribbons.
Yu Chengwei, who had just taken out his phone, immediately turned to look at him: "Do you want a mask?"
He Xing didn't answer. He just pointed at the person soaking in the pot and asked Yu Chengwei next to him with a smile: "Do you think this is also Feitian?"
Yu Chengwei looked at He Xing without saying anything.
This was the first time He Xing used such an intimate tone to him after they 'broke up'.
People's inherent cognition is actually difficult to be easily influenced by the outside world.
So, just as Yu Chengwei passively accepted his parents' command to "finish things before leaving" when he was young, as an adult, he passively accepted the request to go on a blind date with a woman he had only met a few times.
——But this time seems a little different from that time.
Yu Chengwei always felt that if he kept the secret completely from He Xing, something bad would happen, so he lied to He Xing and said that his parents asked him to go on a blind date, but he had already refused.
Lies that are half true and half false are difficult to detect, so He Xing did not notice any problems at the beginning.
It was not until the text message asking Yu Cheng to prepare for the blind date appeared and He Xing chose to leave that he belatedly realized that he seemed to have done something wrong.
But at that time, Yu Chengwei only "realized" that he had done something wrong, and did not "realize" the extent of this "mistake".
It was not until he heard He Xing speak to him in such an intimate tone again that Yu Chengxu finally realized what he had missed because of that so-called 'white lie'.
He could have told He Xing directly about his dilemma, and he could have told He Xing that he was troubled by the blind date.
Given He Xing's seemingly irritable but actually protective personality, it's impossible for him to let him face this alone after knowing this.
The system stared at the transformation degree which slowly rose to 37%, then turned to look at its own host - he still hadn't realized that something was wrong.
It decided not to remind its host this time.
- After all, people's inherent cognition is indeed difficult to be easily influenced by the outside world.
"Indeed, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with flying, and this... looks like a frying pan?" Yu Chengxu pointed at the mural before He Xing could react. "The person soaking in it has a pointed face and half a wing, so it might be a demon?"
He hid the hesitation and sadness in his eyes very well.
"That's the flying goddess over here," He Xing said. He thought the mural looked a little disconnected. He took out his phone and took a picture of it. "But the other side is a demon in a frying pan?"
It’s a pity that this temple seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and no one can explain to them what story this mural tells.
"Maybe it's about choice?" Yu Chengwei suddenly said, "One thought can lead to heaven, one thought can lead to hell or something like that."
He Xing didn't comment on Cheng Wei's words, which were probably those of a man in his seventies or eighties. He just asked casually, "Are you leaving now?"
He was a little curious about what the mural meant, but since there were no professionals who could answer his questions, he simply killed the curiosity that he had finally developed.
He is very good at doing this kind of thing.
The system, having already figured out the meaning of the mural, decided to pretend it knew nothing.
"I want to take a picture first." Yu Chengwei said suddenly.
"Okay, go ahead and take the pictures." He Xing turned around and walked towards the suitcase at the door. There was a lot of dust in the temple, and he really couldn't stay there any longer.
But soon, Yu Chengwei's voice came from behind: "...He Xing, I mean I want to take a picture of you."
He Xing turned around.
The top of the dilapidated temple was already more than half bald, and the sun just happened to squeeze out from the clouds at this moment, so the sunlight fell on He Xing's profile.
His appearance was already very superior, and under this beam of light, he looked like someone who had accidentally strayed into this place... In short, he didn't look like someone who had originally lived in this era.
"Why, don't you know I don't like having my picture taken?" He Xing's tone was as utterly disgusting as his superior looks. "Or have my words and actions along the way given you unnecessary expectations?"
The transformation level that had been raised with great difficulty was once again facing the danger of falling. The system was nervous but also felt fortunate that it was far enough away from the "battlefield" and would not be affected.
The system knew very well why He Xing said this.
Yu Chengwei's previous excuse for refusing to take a photo was that he "didn't want other people to know about their relationship." In addition, the host was unwilling to reconcile with Yu Chengwei, so it was normal for him to be in such an aggressive tone at this moment.
...But you must not believe what he said! The system shouted to the host's ex in its mind. He really loved taking pictures, and he even studied the angles and composition!
"I know you don't like having your picture taken," Yu Chengxu said, unaware that an invisible system was silently encouraging him. He simply looked at He Xing and said, "But I remember you said before that if I had said it directly from the beginning, it wouldn't have bothered you. It was only after you discovered it that I would have bothered you."
"So I still want to ask." Yu Chengwei said.
He Xing didn't say anything, he was thinking.
He felt that he should be angry at this moment, because along the way, Yu Chengwei had used the same words to stop him many times, and no matter how good his temper was, he should be angry.
But now he just felt funny and didn't feel angry at all.
If you ask him why he finds it funny, it's probably because Yu Chengwei is visibly nervous - as if if he doesn't agree, Yu Chengwei will choose to bang his head against the paint-chipped pillar next to him and die.
He Xing knew very well why Yu Chengwei insisted on traveling with him.
He had no intention of reconciling with Yu Chengwei, but since he had already agreed to the other party's request to travel with him, he would not always think about distance between them, as if he was afraid of Yu Chengwei.
"...Okay, how do you want to shoot it?" So He Xing asked.
Yu Chengwei blinked. He Xing's question, which sounded like an agreement, made him stunned for three seconds.
Three seconds later, Yu Chengwei finally realized that this wasn't his imagination, and his words became a little stammering: "Okay, wait for me... wait for me to see what angle is best."
He Xing agreed.
Yu Chengwei knew that his photography skills were not good, so he was a little nervous now.
The system that could read his thoughts flew over silently, wanting to see what this so-called 'poor photography skills' were.
After seeing the first photo taken by Yu Chengwei, the system was shocked: How to say it, it has rarely seen such a photographer who obviously has a good look and figure of the model, but directly took the photo to make the other person a head shorter!
"Do you even know how to take a photo?" the system yelled. "What the hell are you taking a picture of? How could you turn a ginseng into a radish?"
Yu Chengwei glanced at his hand holding the phone, and felt as if he had just been hit by the air.
...It must be an illusion, right?
He looked at the photo on his phone and silently clicked delete.
Yu Chengwei was well aware of how poor his photography skills were: whenever he tried to take a photo seriously, the model would inevitably look nothing like the model herself.
Just like someone who cooks according to a recipe but the dish turns out to be utter garbage, Yu Chengwei is the kind of person who can't be saved even by reading a few photography books.
This is also the reason why he has always been reluctant to take a photo with He Xing - they are both good-looking, but they look like something in the photo. Who can accept such a thing?
He Xing looked at Yu Chengwei, whose hands were shaking, and the frustrated system next to him, and said, "Open the nine-square grid and adjust your angle to make sure I'm in the three vertical squares on the right."
He hadn't intended to remind Yu Chengwei, but the expression on the system next to him was just too weird—the left eye said "Can you do it?", and the right eye said "Take a picture!"
There is a kind of beauty that seems to be about to collapse the spirit.
Even He Xing, who was not averse to seeing the system suffer setbacks, felt that the system looked a bit pitiful.
Yu Chengxu glanced at He Xing, wanting to say something but not saying anything. He just did as he was told.
He Xing folded his arms, raised his head, and said simply: "Squat down now."
Yu Chengwei knelt down on one knee and pointed his phone at He Xing.
This time, before He Xing reminded him, he began to retreat until he reached a suitable angle.
He Xing mentally calculated how the distance between the two people would affect the photo. After a moment's thought, he said, "Now I'll count to three. When I get to three, take the photo. Got it?"
"Yeah!" Yu Chengwei nodded vigorously to indicate that he understood.
"one."
Yu Chengwei took a deep breath and suddenly began to feel a little nervous.
"two."
Yu Chengwei's Adam's apple rolled.
"three."
With a click, the photo froze at the moment when He Xing closed his eyes and turned his head.
Compositionally, He Xing's position is perfectly positioned between the flying apsaras and the oil pan. From the shooting angle, Yu Chengwei's distance back is just right. And from the model's expression, He Xing perfectly captures that sense of distance.
Overall, this is a photo that can even be directly submitted for competition.
"Can I save this photo?" Yu Chengxu asked He Xing. It was the first time he took such a photo - although this was because He Xing had instructed him to do so.
"Whatever you want." He Xing picked up the suitcase that had been placed at the temple entrance.
"Then can I set this photo of yours as my screen saver?" Yu Chengwei continued to ask.
"...It's up to you." He Xing said as he walked out with his suitcase.
Anyway, he is not the one who will be responsible for explaining if he is discovered.
"...Then can I set it as my profile picture?" Yu Chengwei continued to ask.
He Xing turned to look at Yu Chengwei and asked in a puzzled tone, "Avatar?"
"It's just the avatar for the social software." Yu Chengxu said nonsense, as if he didn't know what He Xing was really confused about.
"Let's not talk about this, shall we? Otherwise, what will your family think of you later..." He Xing paused deliberately when he said this, then turned to look at Yu Chengwei and smiled, "An abnormal psychopath?"
--Hold.
Yu Chengwei felt as if he had been stabbed by a boomerang.
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