Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, Gu Yanyan felt a weight on her shoulders as a small backpack was being carried on her back.
The woman named Linghu Lan looked at her with a smile. "Rongzhi, starting today, you're a kindergarten student. Today is your first day of school. After Mommy drops you off, you'll go to school by yourself. You can play with other children and there are teachers there too. Be good and don't cry!"
Gu Yanyan grabbed her hand, tears welling in her eyes. She tried to say, "Girl, it's me, Yanyan!"
However, what came out was, "Mom, I understand!"
Gu Yanyan opened her eyes wide, horrified to discover that she seemed unable to reveal her identity, and all her actions were simply the instincts of this body.
She was momentarily dazed.
She watched herself go to kindergarten, let go of Linghu Lan's hand, and promised not to cry, but the moment she turned around, she cried her heart out, arguing with the teacher and demanding her mother.
She looked at everything that was happening to her with a sense of melancholy, as if she were standing in God's shoes. She didn't feel heartbroken, just strange.
All of this was too unbelievable, like a dream, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was a fantasy or reality.
In the blink of an eye.
She grew taller and became a little girl with a ponytail. A flood of memories rushed in. She remembered that she had to do a lot of homework every day, and she also had to learn all sorts of things. She had excellent grades and a busy and fulfilling life.
She was happy because her parents loved her and she had a brother who was fiercely protective of his sister.
She loves her mother's meatballs the most, and she also likes the clothes and toys that her father buys for her every now and then.
Her biggest problem in life is that her drawer always ends up with lots of snacks and love letters. She always puts them on the windowsill, but they always end up in there.
While she was in a daze
A pleasant male voice said, "Come with me today. If that thug dares to stop you again, beat him up."
Gu Yanyan turned around and saw a clean-cut, handsome boy with delicate features—her brother, Rong Yu!
"elder brother?"
Rong Yu frowned, stepped forward, and ruffled her hair. "Don't you want to acknowledge me as your brother? You're still holding a grudge against me for criticizing you yesterday?"
Gu Yanyan: "..."
Rong Yu sighed, half-squatting down, looking into her eyes with sincere affection. "If you have the ability, you should use it. You can't be too soft-hearted. That thug didn't just stop you, he stopped other girls too. He took advantage of them when he could, and ran away when he couldn't. That kind of person is scum. You have to beat him into submission before he'll learn his lesson! Your superpowers aren't just for show, understand?"
"Superpowers?" Gu Yanyan looked at her hands, speechless with surprise.
Rong Zhi frowned. "Let's go! Show me who he is, and I'll beat him up!"
Gu Yanyan didn't know what to say, but her body followed along unconsciously.
The two walked home one after the other. As they passed an alley, a few thugs started whistling at her.
Gu Yanyan remained silent. From ancient times to the present, the tricks of petty thugs seem to be pretty much the same.
A murderous aura emanated from behind her.
Gu Yanyan turned around and saw Rong Yu's cold and stern expression.
In the alley, the temperature inexplicably dropped, as if in a second, it had gone from summer to winter.
The group of thugs sensed something was wrong. They stopped teasing Gu Yanyan and hugged their arms tightly, looking up at the sky and muttering things like, "Why is the weather so strange?"
Gu Yanyan had a feeling that things weren't that simple, and sure enough, countless thumbtacks floated in the air and flew towards the thugs.
The thugs stared in fear at the thumbtacks aimed at their vital points, trembling with dread.
Someone ran away in fear, and the thumbtack pierced the person's skin cleanly, drawing out thin streams of blood. The scene was strangely beautiful.
The remaining thugs dared not move, standing there in terror. They were somewhat surprised to find that just a few minutes ago they seemed to be in control, but now they seemed to have become lambs to the slaughter.
The cold weather is affecting the shops.
Frost settled on their eyebrows, and they shivered from the cold.
At first, they dared not move. Later, they were so cold that they lost the ability to move and could only curl up on one side and hug themselves tightly to reduce the surface area for heat dissipation.
Those people were frozen unconscious.
Rong Yu's cold and stern expression finally softened.
Let's go home!
Gu Yanyan looked at Rong Yu in surprise, then obediently followed her home.
However, after taking only a few steps, she subconsciously glanced at the surrounding cameras, and as her gaze sharpened, several cameras simultaneously emitted smoke.
A smile appeared on Rong Yu's lips, and he nodded in satisfaction.
I'm home.
My mother had already prepared the meal: steaming hot rice, fragrant dishes, and my father busy making soup in the kitchen.
Gu Yanyan felt a great sense of satisfaction.
In that instant, she felt that she was Rong Yu, and Rong Yu was her; the two of them, in front of Linghu Lan, achieved an unprecedented unity.
the next day.
She saw the news about those thugs; they were covered in frostbite and had wounds from thumbtacks. All the surrounding security cameras were broken, and no one knew what had happened to them.
In the blink of an eye.
They've grown up again.
This time, Gu Yanyan became an eighteen-year-old girl. She went through hard study, the college entrance examination that determined her fate, and finally broke through the encirclement to become a student of the top university in the country.
She had an incredibly fulfilling four years of university life, and her happiness level was twice that of others.
She is an amazing dancer, a skilled pipa player, a piano player, a Go player, and a skilled fencer. She is both literate and martial, and has incredible talent.
She excels even in academics, winning national scholarships year after year. She can spot problems in any project she undertakes and receive research awards.
She was a popular figure at school, and countless eyes always followed her when she walked down the street.
She had many suitors, and no one dared to challenge her for the title of school beauty.
Her life seemed to have been blessed with extraordinary luck.
Such a life is too illusory and wonderful. Gu Yanyan felt like she had a beautiful dream in which all adversity was eliminated and only good fortune remained, and she lived a peaceful and carefree life.
She was twenty-three when she graduated from university.
I've never been in a relationship.
Her mother asked her what kind of boy she liked, and looking at the still beautiful face in front of her, she didn't know how to answer.
She already knew about those past events. The girl she thought she knew was not actually the woman named Wen Qing, but the woman in front of her named Linghu Lan.
She is her mother!
Those feelings of love, respect, or gratitude that may have once existed have all transformed into deep family affection.
Of course, she would no longer think as she once did, that she loved the girl, that she belonged to the girl in life, and that she would die with the girl.
She is very clear that she likes to be friends with girls, but if she had to choose a life partner, she would choose a boy.
But.
Deep down, she knew that the boy she loved didn't exist in this world.
She shook her head and didn't say anything.
Another year passed, and her aloof brother fell in love with a gentle-looking girl. The two had a very good relationship, which was the envy of everyone.
Rong Yu asked her, "What kind of boy do you like?"
Gu Yanyan shook her head. "Let's see how fate brings us together!"
"What if you lose your chance?" Rong Yu asked seriously. "You can't wait for fate to come to you; it's always right to take the initiative and look for it."
She felt that Rong Yu was right.
Out of sheer boredom, she sketched a man's face. The instant she finished drawing the man's face, tears welled up in her eyes without her realizing it.
Linghu Lan asked, "Who is he?"
“He is a painting.” Gu Yanyan shook her head.
"Paintings have names too. What's his name?"
Zhang Yang.
His name is Zhang Yang.
The name was on the tip of her tongue, yet a strange force seemed to block Gu Yanyan's mouth, preventing her from uttering it.
She was already used to this situation. Just like now, she couldn't tell Linghu Lan that she was Gu Yanyan.
She colored the painting.
I complete a little bit each day, drawing carefully and meticulously, afraid that even one part might not be the same as the person I remembered.
Finally, one day, the portrait was almost finished.
As she applied the last stroke of color, she stared blankly at the almost flawless portrait.
The portrait suddenly spoke. "Gu Yanyan, what are you doing? What's wrong?"
Gu Yanyan was startled and stared incredulously at Zhang Yang in the portrait.
Zhang Yang in the painting continued, "Gu Yanyan, what's wrong?"
Gu Yanyan's paintbrush fell to the ground with a "thud!" The surrounding space and time began to become illusory, and the colors on the oil painting began to rotate irregularly, like a huge vortex. The vortex grew bigger and bigger, and began to devour everything around it.
The air began to sway uneasily, and the desk, chair, floor, and even the pen that Gu Yanyan had dropped were all swallowed up by a strange mixture of colors.
soon.
The engulfing range spread to Gu Yanyan's feet, and the colorful creatures enveloped her.
A heavy feeling of suffocation and dizziness washed over her. Just as Gu Yanyan was in pain and discomfort, she saw Zhang Yang, who was still in good spirits, slowly walking towards her in the world of colors, his face full of worry.
"I'm 'lost'," Gu Yanyan said instinctively.
Zhang Yang smiled, took her hand, and walked towards the exit. He moved with ease in the world of colors, and the colors automatically avoided him, as if he were the king of that world.
soon.
Zhang Yang walked to a doorway that was lit by a white light and said, "Let's go!"
He reached out and gently patted Gu Yanyan's back. The blinding white light made Gu Yanyan unable to open her eyes, and she began to fall endlessly.
a long time.
The feeling of falling disappeared.
Gu Yanyan shuddered suddenly, as if she had landed on the ground.
Open your eyes.
Before her stood a tall, elegant statue of a deity. She knelt on a prayer mat, her hands clasped together, staring blankly at the statue. The statue's eyes were black, and from any angle, they seemed to be staring at you.
Niangniang Temple.
This was Gu Yanyan's first impression.
She returned to the temple of the goddess.
Her heart pounded, and she turned sharply to her side, only to see Zhang Yang looking at her with a worried expression. "Gu Yanyan, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
Gu Yanyan's expression was complicated. She looked at the statue again, unable to distinguish between the dream and reality.
Gu Yanyan: "What happened to me just now?"
Zhang Yang: "You were staring blankly at the statue the whole time. I called you several times, but you didn't hear me."
Gu Yanyan's heart skipped a beat. "How much time has passed?"
"Five minutes. Let's go! We should leave now; there are no more worshippers." Zhang Yang looked at Gu Yanyan with some curiosity. He felt that in just five minutes, Gu Yanyan seemed to have changed again. Her eyes were filled with more composure and confidence, as if she had experienced something remarkable that caused a huge change in her temperament in an instant.
Gu Yanyan looked at the statue with unreadable eyes.
In an instant, she seemed to understand what it meant to experience the splendor of the world in the blink of an eye.
She didn't think that the glamorous life of the little girl named Rong Zhi that she had experienced was an illusion. She remembered those memories clearly. Even now, if you gave her a pipa, she could play elegant melodies; if you gave her a sword, she could hit her opponent's vitals with unparalleled precision.
Even more so, some modern devices that I couldn't name before, I can now clearly name and even know how they work.
These were precisely the things she lacked from ancient times, but through Rong Zhi's life, she made up for these deficiencies.
If all of this is fake, then what is real?
She preferred to believe that the statue truly possessed a spirit, sending her to the girl's side to complete a life experience, and that the one who had returned was Gu Yanyan, free from all worries and living solely for herself.
She sighed silently, then bowed three more times to the stone statue, her devotion evident as she murmured, "Thank you!"
She stood up.
A red thread fell off her body.
Zhang Yang picked it up and asked, "What is this?"
Gu Yanyan looked at the red thread and her heart was filled with excitement.
Red thread, idol!
That dream was real.
She tried to take the red thread from Zhang Yang's hand, but the red thread flashed with light and disappeared into Zhang Yang's palm.
Zhang Yang felt a heat in his palm, and upon closer inspection, he found that the red line had vanished without a trace.
Gu Yanyan: "..."
Red thread, red thread, a single thread binds us together in marriage.
She looked at Zhang Yang with an indescribable expression, a faint joy in her heart. "That's... let's go!"
Gu Yanyan was the first to come out.
Zhang Yang followed, staring incredulously at his palm, and even more incredulously at Gu Yanyan. He was certain that many, many things must have happened during the five minutes she was distracted.
The moment the two left, a silent, clay-sculpted statue suddenly came to life. Its kind and gentle face, with black jade-like eyes, looked at Gu Yanyan and revealed a benevolent smile.
The smile grew wider and wider, the laughter becoming increasingly intense.
Until, the idol cracked!
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