Chapter 90 The young man's figure slowly pressed down, blocking the little light in front of Pipa's eyes.
Pipa pondered Changli's words repeatedly, finding them increasingly strange.
Chang Li had previously stated that he did not know that Shen Yun was Li Xiao's cousin, but judging from his words and actions just now, he was clearly familiar with Shen Yun.
More accurately, it's not just familiarity, but has risen to the level of fear.
Chang Li was quite wary of Shen Yun and seemed extremely surprised to see her here.
—But if not here, where else would Chang Li have met Shen Yun?
What terrible things did Shen Yun do to make Chang Li think she was definitely not a good person?
A myriad of thoughts swirled in my mind, leaving me feeling utterly confused.
Pipa subconsciously looked up at the sky.
Looking at that clear, almost unreal, azure blue sky.
Everyone says the sky is vast and boundless, but at this moment, Pipa felt as if the blue sky was an inverted dome, completely enveloping him.
I couldn't help but feel a tightness in my chest.
It was lunchtime, and Pipa stood somewhat bewildered among the sparse pedestrians on the street.
I felt out of place again.
Just like that Lantern Festival five years ago, when I plunged into the chaotic crowd in search of the boy who ran away in a huff.
At that time, Pipa was not in control of her own destiny. Her original intention was to find someone, but later it turned into not falling down, so she could only be swept forward by the people around her.
Actions and goals gradually deviated from each other, putting the cart before the horse.
But what else can I do besides keep moving forward?
Now, without that kind of pressure, loquats seem to really not know where to go.
Pipa knew that the person he was looking for must be in this city, or perhaps they had just missed each other not long ago, when Changli pulled him into the alley.
However, Pipa really didn't know where the other person had gone...
—What places does Shen Yun frequent?
—Apart from Huayuelou, loquat knows nothing else.
In fact, even at Huayuelou, Chen Yun didn't go very often.
The Shen Yun he knew, the Shen Yun he was familiar with, was actually only the most insignificant part of it.
Before receiving Changli's warning, Pipa had no idea that this person might be dangerous.
But then again... is Shen Yun really a bad person?
Or is Chang Li, who has been absent for a long time and suddenly appeared in front of me, really more trustworthy than Shen Yun?
—Or what is truly worth believing in?
Maybe……
Is there any possibility...?
The azure sky above us right now is nothing more than a giant curtain.
The reason it seems boundless is simply because of our own insignificance.
If there were a chance to shatter all this illusion, perhaps we could see the gaze that has always been hidden behind the scenes, silently watching all of this.
Humans call it God, or that thing called fate.
While He is watching over all living beings, He is also being watched over by all living beings.
—Neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor resentful.
Under such an almost eternal gaze, what about Peng Zu, what about mayflies, and what about humans?
All of these are but fleeting moments, a drop in the ocean.
And so, the loquat gazed long at that sky, at the blue beyond the blue.
He gradually felt everything in front of him begin to slowly rotate, like a bottomless azure vortex, drawing people in.
It's like a young man standing on a high platform in a distant dream, his clothes fluttering, the wind whistling past his ears...
It's like that year, when I was a child who fled with my mother, only to be caught by my father halfway there. In my haste, I climbed over the wall, only to have my ankles grabbed tightly...
Countless cries and laughter mingled into a cacophony of voices, before finally fading into silence.
In that silence, he seemed to hear a low hum.
With a soft ticking sound, he saw the thick darkness enveloping him, faintly revealing a dark red that writhed like blood...
That is...
Before he could examine it closely, he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder.
Pipa suddenly snapped out of her daze.
I instinctively turned around and was met directly in front of someone's chest.
Pipa took a few steps back and looked up, only then realizing that the young man in front of her, grinning with a set of white teeth, was none other than Ah Liu.
"Hey, long time no see, little loquat." Mr. Liu was as talkative as ever, showing no signs of awkwardness after such a long time apart.
Pipa couldn't quite put her finger on how familiar she was with the person in front of her.
But I still tried to be polite and greeted him: "Hello, Mr. Liu."
Pipa always felt that Mr. Liu was a bit too cheerful, as if he would never know what chaos was.
And he seemed never to have ever seen the other person show any expression other than a smile.
Yet this very person, the sole survivor of the avalanche that year, delivered news of Young Master Lan's death.
After the fire at the princess's residence, Pipa never saw anyone from the residence again.
It is said that the fire broke out in the middle of the night, and by the time it was discovered, it was too late.
The vast majority of people die in their sleep.
Pipa had thought that Ah Liu and the others had also been affected, but now it seems that this is clearly not the case.
As if reading the boy's question, Mr. Liu once again gave a very hearty smile.
"That night, I happened to be carrying out my master's orders, so I escaped unscathed."
Ah Liu said with a smile, his tone completely unlike that of someone discussing a devastating disaster.
Despite knowing that the other party had no obligation to feel sad about it, Pipa still felt slightly uncomfortable hearing Ah Liu's lighthearted tone.
Just as he was thinking of an excuse to leave, he was suddenly confronted with an enlarged smiling face, which startled him.
"Little loquat, aren't you even a little curious about what mission I was on that night?"
Ah Liu bent over and asked with a smile, his tone like that of an adult kindly teasing a toddler.
Pipa, however, seemed to glimpse a hint of conspiracy in those smiling eyes.
He instinctively felt this was a trap.
"It's all in the past."
The same excuses that Pipa used to deal with Changli before he brought Pipa over are unfortunately not applicable to the young man in front of him.
My shoulders were gently but firmly pressed down.
The young man's figure slowly pressed down, blocking the little bit of light in front of Pipa's eyes.
Despite standing in the sunlight, Ah Liu's expression was almost entirely shrouded in shadow.
—It's not clear.
Only the cheerful, smiling voice still reached Pipa's ears clearly.
"What a heartless person. Tsk, if that petty young master heard this, he'd probably make a huge scene again."
"..."
"Let me guess, if Little Pipa had the chance to see the dead again, who would be the first person she would want to see? Li Xiao, or Lan Yunzhi?"
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