Under the Red Moon
Wu Siqi pried her fingers apart and strode towards Yi Ning, his tone indifferent but cold:
"Don't act like you understand me. We're not girls in our early twenties anymore, and I'm definitely not the fragile Wu Siqi anymore."
"Xiaoxing, I appreciate your company over the past few days, but we must move forward. It's not your place to dictate my life."
"I hope that from now on, you will just treat me as a stranger."
She kept walking forward, and even when she passed Yi Ning, she didn't stop, but whispered, "Let's go."
Yi Ning looked deeply at Dai Xiaoxing who was standing there in a daze. She was Xiaowu's destined marriage in his destiny book. If it weren't for the lonely star fate, Xiaowu would have been with her until the end of his life.
At this moment, she was particularly grateful to the heavens. "You are such a kind soul, breaking up the official couple." "Didn't expect that, did you? I'd be reunited with Xiaowu. Xiaowu would still be mine for the rest of her life. She wouldn't be alone."
She raised her eyebrows provocatively: Little human, huh.
He turned around and followed Wu Siqi, proudly taking her arm. "Xiao Wu, are you hungry? I asked Xiaozhi and the others to make some kelp and mung bean sweet soup at home. It's a heat-clearing and refreshing drink, perfect for this weather."
Wu Siqi glanced at her sideways, without pulling his arm away. She felt completely powerless at the moment, so she just nodded and said, "Hmm."
She straddled the back of the motorcycle and started it slowly. She could feel Wu Siqi's low mood. It was not that Xiaowu had no feelings for that human being in the past, but she had always kept her distance from her because she was concerned about her own fate.
Yi Ning's chest also began to feel stuffy. The future was like this night, vast and boundless, making it impossible to see clearly.
She drove the car very slowly, the wind blowing past with warmth. After turning a small corner, Wu Siqi gently put his arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder and his body against her back. "Don't go home yet. Go around a few more times."
She said nothing, stepped on the accelerator, and continued driving along the street lights.
The streets were empty after ten o'clock, and the street lights stretched the shadows very long. Occasionally, a car light flashed by, and the light and shadow lingered on them for a moment before being swallowed up by the darkness.
After slowly circling the city for a long time, Wu Siqi's depressed mood finally calmed down. At this moment, the motorcycle was moving along the river bank.
The shadows of the mountains on the opposite bank of the river were as dark as ink, lying quietly in the night. The sky was low, and a strange red moon hung high in the sky, reflecting dark red waves on the water.
Yi Ning: "The red moon has appeared. It's almost twelve o'clock. Xiaowu, do you want to go home?"
"Red moon? What does this have to do with twelve o'clock?" Wu Siqi looked sideways at the moon, which was as red as if it had been soaked in blood.
She sang in a rising and falling voice: "The red moon rises, the hour of midnight arrives, the gates of hell open, and the souls return."
Yi Ning stopped the car by the river and explained to Wu Siqi while looking at the red moon.
"Souls can cross the Ghost Gate and head to the underworld from the moment the red moon appears. This is when we come to the human world to escort the dead souls. Once a person stands at Wangxiangtai, the judge will judge their karma. Once they cross the bridge, everything will start over again."
"Xiao Wu, life is short, don't trap yourself." Her hand covered Wu Siqi's hand.
Wu Siqi still leaned on her back and whispered, "I'm not the girl who was drowned in sadness back then. I know everything. You don't need to comfort me."
The buoys on the river surface flickered and drifted with the waves, like duckweed or stars.
"But fate is already written, right?" Wu Siqi asked.
"Yes." Yi Ning gritted his teeth and said, "No!"
"Don't accept your fate!"
"Xiao Wu, we should not accept our fate. Heaven is ruthless, but we should not be ruthless."
After saying that, she transformed back into a cat with Wu Siqi's arms around her, then turned around and turned back into a human.
In the midst of this change, Wu Siqi stumbled and fell into Yi Ning's arms.
Yi Ning held her face in his hands, his eyes reflecting the figure he had been thinking about for a hundred years, and he murmured her name: "Xiao Wu... Whether you are Lai Siyuan or Wu Siqi..."
"Each of you is unique. I know you always think that my stories about my past life are just stories, but I want to say that there must be a reason for you to reincarnate and meet me again. There must be an invisible cause and effect that binds us together again."
"I won't allow the same mistakes to happen again. Fate is bullshit, even if it's written in the book. No matter what the cost, I just want you to be happy!"
She stared at Wu Siqi's blank eyes with a firm gaze and an irrefutable tone.
The night wind, carrying the muddy smell of the river, brushed past their hair, taking away their words but not the heat.
The red moon trembled gently in the waves, as if sighing.
Wu Siqi's heart was beating so fast that it almost burst through her chest. She wanted to say something, but she was fixed by those eyes and all the sounds were drowned out in her throat.
She only felt that the chains that bound her fate were being torn off bit by bit, so sharp that it made her heart ache, but also brought a long-lost lightness.
She raised her hand and stroked Yi Ning's face, her eyes sliding across her delicate features, finally landing on her smooth lips, and a throbbing sensation surged from the bottom of her heart.
This person wants to be happy, and she also wants this person to be happy.
Why do people who seem cheerful and lively always have such unremovable sadness in their eyes?
Wu Siqi closed his eyes, his thoughts sinking into the deep black sea. He tilted his head back, moved his nose away from hers, and pressed his lips against hers.
Yi Ning froze for a moment. Before the next breath came, her hands tightly clasped the back of Wu Siqi's head, greedily absorbing her breath and tracing the ripples on her lips.
The river water slapped against the bank, making a dull sound. The night and the red moon trapped them in an isolated world, where they only had each other.
Tears silently slid down from the corners of her eyes and dripped onto the back of Wu Siqi's hand, waking her up and making her reluctantly break away from the kiss.
She gently wiped away the little guy's tears with her thumb. Her voice was a little hoarse as she asked gently, "Why are you crying?"
Under the gentle concern, her tears flowed even more violently. She lowered her head and buried it in Wu Siqi's shoulder, crying loudly, "Xiao Wu!"
A bell rang in the distance, striking twelve.
The red moon seemed to have a deeper color, and the surface of the water was rippling as if being stirred by an invisible hand.
At that moment, the sounds of crying, wind, waves and heartbeats were intertwined, and fate was being rewritten in secret.
Yi Ning's crying on her shoulder gradually became suppressed, as if he was trying hard to endure something. Her fingertips tightened unconsciously, clasping Wu Siqi's waist, as if she was afraid that if she let go, this person would be taken away by the night again.
Wu Siqi lowered his brows and hugged her back, stroking her soft hair with his hands, and whispered, "Don't cry, let's go home."
Yi Ning finally stopped crying and raised her eyes. The light of the red moon fell into her eyes. At that moment, a clear yellow light flashed across the depths of her pupils and then disappeared in an instant. The red blush in her eyes from crying made her look particularly fragile.
She curved her lips and smiled, "Okay, let's go home."
The two people's silhouettes gradually lengthened under the red moon until they merged into the night.
The roar of the motorcycle was low and steady, as if accompanying the silence between the two people. The lights of the street lamps retreated one by one, and were cut into discontinuous light bands by the distance.
Wu Siqi put his arms around Yi Ning's waist, but not with much force. The wind occasionally made her forehead feel cold, but only the warmth in her heart reminded her that what had just happened was not an illusion.
Yi Nian's ears were slightly red. She drove the car steadily, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, or as if she wanted to make the road longer and longer.
No one spoke along the way, but their breathing and heartbeats were in the same rhythm.
Wu Siqi pushed open the security door, and the room was brightly lit. A little paper man stood at the entrance to take their backpacks and keys.
She walked in and saw two bowls of mung bean sweet soup made with paper dolls placed on the dining table, emitting a fragrant and warm breath that nestled into her heart.
She turned around and said to Yi Ning, "I want to take a shower first. I'll eat this after I'm done."
After drying her hair and coming out of the bathroom, Wu Siqi looked up at the clock. It was already early in the morning. Yi Nian was sitting at the dining table, his hands on his cheeks, looking at her with rippling eyes.
"Why are you grinning like an idiot?" Wu Siqi put the towel on her neck. The ends of her hair were still wet, and a few strands of hair slid down her neck and stuck to the crook of her neck. She picked up the porcelain spoon on the table.
Yi Hen's smile became even more presumptuous, "Laugh, something very happy happened today."
Wu Siqi raised his eyebrows and glanced at her nonchalantly, then snorted and smiled, "Eat, it's late, and I have to go to work tomorrow."
The two sat facing each other in silence, quietly eating their sweet soup. The only sound in the room was the clash of porcelain spoons and bowls.
The broom fell to the ground with a sound that attracted the two people's attention.
The paper man who was cleaning had run out of spiritual energy and turned back into a thin piece of paper, slowly floating to the ground.
Wu Siqi bit his porcelain spoon and jokingly said, "Your Metaphysics brand robot vacuum cleaner is out of battery."
Yi Ning smiled awkwardly, scratched her face, and was about to recite the terminology when Wu Siqi asked her, "What do all these gestures mean? How come the paper moves when you fiddle with them?"
"These are Taoist seals. Xiaowu, do you want to learn them? I'll teach you. This is the simplest spell. Come on." Yi Ning stood up and walked to Wu Siqi.
Wu Siqi looked up at her, his index finger pointed at the tip of his nose, "Me? Can I learn?"
"Of course you can. And it's very easy if you want to learn. People who are destined to be alone can learn Taoism easily. They are masters as soon as they get started." Yi Ning pulled her to the living room and stood in front of the piece of paper that had lost its spiritual power.
"Xiao Wu, I'll make a seal and you follow me." Yi Ning raised his arms and took small steps.
Wu Siqi turned his head to look at her, and followed her posture and made the same movements, "And then?"
Yi Ning said exaggeratedly, "Wow, Xiao Wu, your start is amazing, your stance is spot on! That's it, maintain your momentum, come on! Follow me and form the Lin Seal facing the Yang, then flip it over to the Yin position and form the Bing Seal."
Ignoring her tone that could coax people into a state of infancy as a kindergarten teacher, Wu Siqi focused on her gestures and followed suit, striking the same poses.
This technique is indeed simple, and can be completed by simply making a few consecutive hand seals. Although it is simple, it is still quite difficult for beginners who have never been exposed to Taoism. Lai Siyuan spent several days learning it.
Wu Siqi only learned it once, but it felt like she had practiced it countless times. Every seal and every formula seemed to be engraved in her mind, and she could reproduce it naturally and fluently.
She shouted "Six Jias open together, rise!" The moment the paper figure moved, she was stunned for half a second and looked at her palm in disbelief.
Yi Ning jumped up and hugged her, "I knew you would learn it right away, Xiaowu. That's great." After saying that, he pulled her around in circles.
Wu Siqi was so shocked that she was speechless and couldn't recover for a long time. She brushed her teeth in a daze and lay down on the bed in a daze. Even if Yi Ning didn't turn into a cat and crawl into her arms today, she didn't have the heart to care.
She closed her eyes, and the slight warmth from the successful spell still lingered on her fingertips, flowing slowly under her skin, as if some invisible thread was pulling her.
The sound of Yi Ning's gentle breathing was in my ears, and the occasional low barking of dogs came from the distant street, breaking the silence of the night, and then being swallowed up by the darkness.
Her thoughts were like duckweed floating on the water, carried by the undercurrent, slowly sliding towards a place she had never been to but seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time.
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