In that instant, Yun Wei felt as if his blood had frozen. A chilling sensation, like a tingling shiver running down his spine, sent a shiver down his spine.
He recalled that three days earlier, in the "Gifts of Nature," he had blurted out the same sentence without thinking.
Stealing...fate...
What does this mean exactly?
In his understanding, fate is not a tangible, intangible thing. Moreover, when the other party claims to have stolen fate, whose fate exactly was being stolen?
What happens to those whose fate has been stolen?
In an instant, countless questions arose in his mind.
Most importantly, how did he say those words in the restaurant?
Exactly the same, without the slightest difference.
He was quite certain that he had never opened the manuscript before. After looking at the label, he put it, along with other personal notes, into the discard pile.
Who said this to him, and when?
He quickly read on, but apart from the first sentence, the rest of the manuscript contained his understanding of magic written in extremely small characters.
Alch's handwriting was so delicate yet powerful that even after hundreds of years, he could still clearly decipher the content.
Yun Wei managed to read a few lines, but his expression was somewhat complicated.
The other person's poetry was written with exceptional freedom, without rigidly adhering to format or rhyme. His words were full of metaphors, mostly imaginative glimpses of the universe and time, so bizarre that they bordered on heresy.
for example:
"Dimensions are like layers of black bread, and the universe composed of countless dimensions constitutes the smallest flour. Time transforms into moisture, overflowing between the molecules of the flour..."
"Magic is the love of time and space, and the elements are their elusive thoughts, like the starry sky of the universe, twinkling eternally..."
"Truth cannot be precisely defined by nouns, but it can be guided by metaphors. In every metaphor that approaches eternity, love quietly sprouts anew..."
There are no superfluous explanations or annotations; it reads more like a definitive statement.
But it seemed that Yun Wei could vaguely understand the general meaning behind the metaphor.
Yun Wei couldn't help but sigh.
There is a proverb among magicians: "Even if the truth is far away in the East, you should still travel over mountains and seas to obtain it."
He sat down at the table again, opened his black leather book, and began typing in the contents of the manuscript, line by line.
He remained calm and patient as always, thinking to himself, "This must be fate."
He and Alch seemed never to have met, and although they lived across a millennium, their views on some things were strangely similar.
Yun Wei recalled the *Zhuangzi* he had once read (he used to practice calligraphy in his grandmother's courtyard, copying phrases from various schools of thought), which said, "To encounter a great sage who understands it only once in ten thousand generations is like encountering him every morning and evening."
An encounter at dawn and dusk, an unforgettable acquaintance always lingers in the gentle afterglow of the setting sun.
Sages are lonely, so they leave behind words that transcend the meaning of life. Countless people come and go to see them, but perhaps only one person, even after ten thousand generations, can truly understand them and smile knowingly at their gaze.
Paper can last for a thousand years, while the human body is fleeting, yet they still hope to leave behind an enduring eternity in the vibrant world of words.
Beneath the sycamore tree outside the window, a green leaf, like a tiny hand, tenderly bids farewell to the branch in the gentle breeze. The rustling of the trees intertwines, playing a poem of parting at the turn of autumn and summer.
...
Perhaps because he had something on his mind, Yun Wei slept very poorly.
He had read too many of Arge's poems that night, and now his mind was filled with the other person's praise for "love".
It truly lives up to its name as a collection of love quotes.
With a sleepy face, he pushed open the bedroom door and saw Isaac looking radiant again.
The other person seemed to be in a daze, their deep gaze fixed on the distance outside the window, while their chin curled into a rather unfair smile, revealing a handsome and sculpted profile.
Yun Wei: "?"
Compared to him, he's utterly pathetic.
He immediately retreated into the room and slammed the door shut.
Using the magically formed water mirror, Yun Wei tidied himself up again, making sure every strand of hair was neat and tidy before leaving the bedroom with a blank expression.
Seeing that the other person was still sitting in the living room, his gaze still fixed on him, Yun Wei asked coldly, "Good morning, Isaac. What are you waiting for me for?"
His tone was not friendly.
He was puzzled as to why the other party had come closer after he had uttered those near-completely broken words.
Isaac stood up, walked over to him, and said mysteriously, "Good morning, Claude! Of course I'd be waiting for you, as for the reason—"
He paused, then looked at Yun Wei intently. "I'll tell you tonight."
"Oh, whatever you want." Yun Wei walked past the ramrod-straight-legged knight and headed straight outside.
His gaze swept lightly over the other person's right hand, where there seemed to be a deep wound, ruining the perfect scene.
He frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, but ultimately pretended not to see it and looked towards the door.
...
Upon arriving at the classroom, Yun Wei sat down in the seat closest to the aisle, as usual.
He was taking breakfast out of his ring when Isaac moved in from the aisle to the left of the seat. Isaac's legs were so long and his shin muscles were so full and firm that he seemed a little... awkward as he passed the folded-down chairs.
Adorably clumsy.
The other person stopped beside him, their tall figure blocking the slanting morning light and shielding Yun Wei from the late summer heat, casting a light shade over him.
"May I sit here?" he heard Isaac ask.
"Of course," Yun Wei replied without changing his expression. He reached out and moved the tin cup on the table to make room for the other person to lie down and rest.
“It’s okay, you can leave it here with me for now,” Isaac said.
Then Yun Wei saw that the other party even took out a nearly brand-new black book from the spatial ring.
What's going on here? Yun Wei didn't quite understand, so he simply started eating his breakfast.
Today's lesson is still general history.
After more than ten days of intensive cramming, Yunwei's progress has far surpassed Mr. Rui's teaching.
He wanted to look down and read the contents of his black book, but the teacher's rambling lecture distracted him.
The familiar woody scent lingered around his nose, making him feel somewhat lazy.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Isaac was acting very strangely today. Instead of taking a nap on the table, the other boy was sitting upright and listening attentively. Isaac's leg bones were too long, so he looked a little cramped in the narrow seat, and his knees had to be pressed down slightly.
Amidst Mr. Reo's hypnotic lecture, Yun Wei subtly drifted off into his own thoughts.
His gaze was involuntarily drawn to the wound on Isaac's hand.
There was more than one wound on the tiger's mouth, spreading like branches to the back of the hand. The wounds were neither deep nor shallow, and dark red scabs had already formed.
I wonder where Isaac went yesterday and how he ended up like this. Yun Wei felt a little displeased and unconsciously pursed his thin lips.
He still remembered his first impression of Isaac: the hand that emerged from the "coffin of immortality" was broad, strong, and perfectly shaped, making him both envious of the Creator's favor and unable to stop his imagination from running wild.
A subtle itch came from the bottom of my heart, like the tip of a feather scratching me again and again.
Yun Wei couldn't help but turn his head slightly, preparing to steal a glance at the other person.
Then, he once again stumbled into those incredibly familiar smoky gray eyes.
Caught off guard, Isaac caught him red-handed.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com