Yin Ming didn't know why, but even though Long Cheng could go down the mountain by himself, he always insisted on taking him along.
This meant that he had to find a place to sit and wait for him to finish buying snacks before they went back together.
If Long Cheng knew what Yin Ming was thinking, he would definitely make a sarcastic remark.
Who told you to look so gloomy all the time? Of course, your thoughtful Longlong will take you out to cheer you up. Otherwise, what if you stay in your room alone and can't think straight?
The temple fair was very lively, and the variety of food available in the market was even greater than in previous years.
Long Cheng kept saying that he had arrived in a paradise, and he moved around the temple fair as if he were a fish in water.
He wanted to try every kind of food he saw, and if it was delicious, he would buy several servings and hold them in his arms.
Yin Ming followed him for a few streets, but when he was too tired to walk any further, he told him that he was going to a teahouse to rest.
Long Cheng, caught up in the delicious food, didn't hear what Yin Ming said, nor did he realize when Yin Ming had disappeared.
Yin Ming walked to the teahouse again, but to his surprise, the teahouse was not open at night.
Worried that Long Cheng wouldn't be able to find him if he went elsewhere, Yin Ming could only walk to the nearest moat, lean against the railing, and watch the couples of devout men and women releasing river lanterns with utter boredom.
The young men and women, their faces either joyful or shy, all carried the most sincere expectations for the future.
Yin Ming silently sighed how wonderful it was to have a partner, when suddenly he saw an elderly man with a slightly hunched back blend into the crowd.
Yin Ming paused for a moment and immediately recognized him as the old man who had tried to break into the back mountain that day!
When the young people around him saw the scars all over his face, they all took a step back in horror.
The old man didn't care. He lowered himself and gently pushed the white river lantern in his hand.
The river lanterns floated gently on the water, merging with the rippling waves into the river woven from thousands of lanterns.
Mixed among the other brightly colored river lanterns, that white one appeared all the more desolate, more like a memorial than a prayer for blessings.
After the old man finished making this gesture, he covered his face and coughed a few times. Yin Ming carefully sensed him and found that his aura was particularly uneasy and his complexion looked very bad.
Yin Ming frowned immediately. Had this old man not taken the Soul Nourishing Pill he had given him?
Yin Ming stepped forward and pretended to brush past him, but as he passed the old man, he quickly reached for his drooping wrist.
Before the old man noticed, Yin Ming had already withdrawn his hand, but the expression on his face became increasingly puzzled.
How could this old man have so many chronic illnesses?
Is this why he hates the Divine Realm?
Yin Ming was really curious about the old man's past, so he followed him closely and eventually watched him walk into an abandoned old house.
Although the old house was dilapidated, one could still vaguely see the luxury of its former prosperity.
I wonder what this old man went through to end up like this in his later years?
A streak of light pierced the night sky, transforming into a dazzling sea of stars.
Yin Ming involuntarily looked up, but his view was blocked by the high wall in the alley.
He followed the path in front of him and walked all the way to a wide-open plain on the outskirts of the city.
When was the last time I could properly watch fireworks? Yin Ming lay on the grass, his heart filled with emotion.
It must have been the time we celebrated Lingyao's birthday.
He seemed really happy back then, but now, he's all alone.
I remember that Lingyao was lying on his side next to him like this back then.
He only had to turn his head to see that smiling face, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him…
Um?
Yin Ming turned his head to the side and suddenly noticed a bright, dazzling red spot, as bright as a flame, about ten meters away.
He was so focused on watching the fireworks that he didn't notice there was another person on the plain.
The person's smooth hair was scattered all over the ground, and what was even more surprising was that the hair was white.
Bathed in moonlight, her silvery-white hair shone with a soft luster, complementing her red dress and making her look as beautiful as a vibrant and flamboyant watercolor painting.
What is this person doing lying here so late at night? Is he watching fireworks like Yin Ming?
And this outfit, is she doing role-playing?
The face was turned towards Yin Ming. When Yin Ming looked down and saw the other person's face, his heart started racing.
Hello! I'm getting married! I hope our child will be named Mengmeng!
No, no.
Yin Ming gazed at that breathtakingly beautiful face...
He seemed familiar.
A few breaths later, Yin Ming's breath hitched—Damn, isn't this the face of Lingyao after his Nirvana?!
This person is Lingyao! Run, damn it!
That kid's really something! He chased him all the way to the Protoss!
Yin Ming stared intently at those closed eyes, praying that they wouldn't wake up. At the same time, he stood up nimbly, preparing to slip away quietly before they noticed him.
But then those eyes suddenly opened, and as he awoke, they seemed to be adorned with a thousand stars, their brilliance captivating and mesmerizing.
Yin Ming swallowed hard, then retreated step by step, "Ah Yao, let me explain..."
Explain...explain what? His mind was completely blank! This encounter was so damn sudden; he had no idea where to begin!
Ling Yao sat up from the grass, glanced blankly at Yin Ming in the distance, then looked down at the wine jar in his hand, and muttered to himself:
"Hallucinations again? Is this some kind of hedonistic lifestyle?"
Yin Ming carefully observed his condition and found that he seemed to be drunk, so he boldly took a few steps back.
"Yes, you're dreaming. Close your eyes and go back to sleep. You'll forget everything when you wake up."
If he retreats another two meters, he can escape by flying before Ling Yao can react!
He was fast, but Lingyao was even faster.
When he heard the other person tell him to close his eyes, Lingyao opened his starry eyes even wider.
He appeared in front of Yin Ming in a flash, hesitated for a moment before reaching out to touch him, but then forced himself to pull his hand back.
"Touching the phantom will make it disappear..."
He muttered dejectedly, sat down on the grass first, and then patted the empty space in front of him, gesturing for Yin Ming to sit down as well.
Yin Ming stared at his bewildered actions with a completely puzzled expression. What was he saying? He couldn't understand a word he was saying.
But Lingyao hasn't done anything too extreme so far, which has reassured Yin Ming a lot.
It seems he really thought he was dreaming.
Yin Ming thought that if he turned around and ran away at this moment, it might provoke him, so he could only bite the bullet and cooperate with him to make Ling Yao believe that he was indeed dreaming.
In fact, Yin Ming was also very curious about what Ling Yao would say to him in his dream.
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