Chapter 119 Yin Peach Blossom (49) [Spring pours into the empty pool, the ancient mirror reflects the spirit...]
[Wuhu, sisters, you guessed right! We've finally revealed our main storyline worldview and the eye of observation!]
[Even in such distress, Ah Tan still has the mind to play chess, sending Rui Rui to deliver a message to the Vice Leader… Lu Lu is right, this is because he hasn't had enough kisses yet. I support kissing that wicked cat, the Rat!]
[There's one word missing, which Atan deliberately omitted?]
[This was probably to negotiate further with the cult. After all, everyone had their own agenda, but the Black Goat had to die, so they joined forces.]
[This eye must be referring to Mommy, right? Because of the impermanence of life, she awakened the sun and gained power from it, becoming the eye of observation. That matches up.]
[Oh my god, let alone Rui Rui's heart being in turmoil, looking back now, it's truly terrifying. How could the cult leader, such a capricious and playful person, spare Xiao Ai's life and even give her an important position!]
[So it turns out Atan is investing more in Xiao Ai, planning all this way from so far away!]
[I was really fooled by this little A-Tan. In the elevator episode, he pushed for the combination of Xiao Ai's main body and her clone, so he told Rui Rui that there was no difference between truth and falsehood. But in reality, it was just a statement of fact based on the result. As for why this result was achieved, he completely covered it up. No one ever questioned it. It's terrifying...]
[I've gotten used to it; Ah Tan's mind has a captivating beauty.]
[The vice leader is no pushover either; finally, someone has appeared who can go toe-to-toe with Ah Tan.]
After all, the Vice Leader is a "brain bug" in the Wonderland blind box.
[Ah Tan's file was actually forged by the vice leader! They were testing each other so early on!]
The two of them completely blocked out everyone else, creating their own communication channel and always keeping their conversations encrypted.
I always thought Ah Tan was imprisoned by the Black Goat and later escaped, but it turns out that wasn't the case?
But the vice-leader's implication was that Ah Tan had indeed been hidden away.
Who else has the ability to imprison Ah Tan?
[It might not be imprisonment, but protection! Just look at the White Octopus Clan Chief's expression; the Eye of Observation possesses supreme power, naturally making it a target for everyone.]
That feeling is like Mommy or Lulu.
The vice-leader's last words gave me the creeps. So there must be many other timelines in the previous series, right? Which one is reality? It's terrifying to think about.
We'll find out soon: the two most complex minds in this fantastical tale are about to meet.
[You're discussing how to slaughter the Black Goat, huh? Hahaha]
[That old sheep is the root of all evil!]
There's a crucial point: besides the smoke mirror, only the Eye of Observation can clearly see countless world lines, right?
In other words, as the observers, Mommy and Atan have been witnessing countless "deaths," seeing everything heading towards "destruction," whether it be others, themselves, strangers, loved ones, or even the world itself. Leaving aside the amount of negative emotions it might bring, the sheer volume of information would be enough to make one's brain explode...
Thinking about it this way, headaches are nothing compared to what's happening; Ah Tan's illness is very likely a side effect of becoming the Eye of Observation.
Putting myself in Ah Tan's shoes, I'm even more world-weary than Ah Tan, okay...?
[Genius! It's very possible!]
No wonder Ah Tan's expression always screamed "May the Earth be destroyed!"—he had truly witnessed the Earth's destruction countless times.
[I can't take it anymore, this is what our Tan Tui (a popular online community for promoting content) is like, just like our self-promotion, a hellish, dry humor.]
No wonder Ah Tan wanted to kill the Black Goat; who wouldn't hate someone who tormented them constantly?
But Ah Tan's reason for hating Black Goat wasn't because he hated Black Goat.
If it were him, he would definitely choose to end his own life, and wouldn't care at all about whether it was a black goat or not.
He did it because he wanted to avenge his mother... *sobs*
[Ah-Tan hates the Black Goat not because of himself, but because of his mother. We are both sobbing.]
[Please, there will be a next time, please, Sword God!]
But actually, no matter how many times we meet, it's all just crying at the grave. Who understands? Sigh.
[Recalling what the young lady said to Ah Tan, knowing her death first and then learning about her vivid past is like filling in a blank. Ah Tan's brief time with his mother in the past was probably like that too.]
The more you understand how wonderful she was, the more painful it is to face a predetermined ending. It's a statement that's both tender and cruel...
Thinking back to the past, how Ah-Tan didn't even hear his mother's last words because of the Black Goat's pursuit, and how he didn't even get to know why his mother named him... I'm going to turn evil too! I hate you, Black Goat!!!
[Latest chapter ending! The daily blind box opened, and I got an SSR!]
[Go, Ah Tan! Ahhhhh everyone go see him!]
Xie Tan leaned against the car window, the orange-red twilight seeping into the glass, disrupting the clear transparency.
The streets of Dichi City are a maze of traffic, bustling with activity, all bathed in the same orange-red hue, like sweet blood.
He slid his fingertip across the phone screen and saw what the forum readers were talking about: the new everyday blind boxes.
Ah, it was last night.
The incident ended, probably because Xie Tan had established a real connection with Xiao Liu. He no longer kept a respectful distance from the master bedroom. Occasionally, he would sit on the chair by the bed, lean against the table, and read books, such as rare ancient books he had brought back from the library.
He had originally borrowed those books to learn about the previous owner's profession.
In the comic, on such a quiet night, in this quiet room, the cool moonlight seeped in through the window, and another small night lamp placed on the table by Lu Jinzhao illuminated a corner.
The boy leaned back lazily, wearing only one earphone, his eyes downcast as he looked at the pages of the book, his fingertips hovering lightly over the corner, not turning the page for a long time, as if frozen in place.
Judging from the cover, it's still that obscure and unverifiable book, "The Source of Mountains and Rivers".
Judging by the thickness, the boy is almost finished reading it.
The view shifts to the pages of the book, revealing a large section of text. This is the final volume, which is no longer limited to discussing calligraphy and painting, but rather to the commonality among all art forms: the ability to perceive the world with the heart.
The part he was reading was "Twenty-Four Categories of Poetry," a theoretical treatise on ancient poetic aesthetics by the Tang Dynasty poet Sikong Tu, which used the styles and realms of twenty-four different poems to discuss calligraphy and painting.
In this volume, the occasional quirky doodles and witty remarks have all disappeared, replaced by very serious underlining and interpretation.
Just as gold is extracted from ore, silver from lead. Only through meticulous refining can one transcend worldly desires.
Spring waters flow into the empty pool, and the ancient mirror reflects the spirit. The body is pure and clean, and one returns to one's true nature under the moon.
Gazing at the stars, singing to the recluse. The flowing water of today, the bright moon of the past. [1]
Among them, the poem "Refining" from the Twenty-Four Poetic Styles was highlighted, especially the lines "Spring pours into the empty pool, the ancient mirror reflects the spirit." The words on the margin of the page were even rewritten, with each stroke neat and careful, as if to achieve the best possible result.
Then the handwriting continued: Profound, clear, serene, able to reflect all scenes, great skill appears clumsy, returning to simplicity and authenticity.
This sentence also seemed to have been written after careful consideration, and Xie Tan could almost imagine the focused expression on the writer's face as he leaned over his desk.
The last part of the book was torn up, and the last volume was incomplete. In the existing parts, there was only a smug little smiley face drawn next to this underlined text.
He stared at the page, silent and unfocused, his thoughts seemingly sinking into it, or perhaps drifting to a distant time.
The song playing in his headphones was Pan Ling's most famous song, "Seeking the Soul of Fragrance." In the comic, the song flowed from one of his headphones, and the frame of the song drifted away with the mirror, floating out of the window and into the quiet city under the night.
"...Where can I find her soul, where can I find her trace? She comes without a shadow, she goes without a trace..."
"A flower in a mirror, the moon's reflection in the water, a dream of yesterday..."
"Foolishness brings regret, awakening brings resentment, our fate was too fleeting..."
"...When the seasons change, we will meet again, regardless of the paths between the living and the dead, or how many layers separate us, the living and the dead..."
In the end, the screen went completely black, with only a lonely white background dialog box remaining.
"I heard you."
[Ahhh everyone, keep your eyes dry!]
I can't do it, waaaaaaah!
I can't do it, sob sob sob.
[wocwoc Atan said he heard it ahhhhhh]
[Spring waters pour into an empty pool, a divine mirror reflects the spirit! That's the name!]
Seriously, what's there to cry about? You guys are so easily moved to tears. [Sunglasses][Sunglasses]
The person upstairs took off their sunglasses.
My eyes are so swollen, they look like light bulbs! I'm at my wit's end, sob sob sob.
[So you heard what Mommy said?!]
【Our mother-son duo, ahhhhh!】
I feel like Ah Tan's expression at the time made it seem like he didn't hear anything, which is why he panicked so much.
[The reason he panicked so much was because his mother was like a moth drawn to a flame. After all, no matter how many times he saw his mother's inevitable death, Ah Tan would still reach out...]
[He might not have heard it, but when Atan observed it again (that is, replayed it), he heard it.]
But the eye of observation cannot "observe" the eye of observation QAQ
[But Ah-Tan can also use his mother as a time anchor to stay by her side, which is strange. Is it because there is another blood relationship?]
Looking at it this way, Ah Tan deliberately stole the cult leader's memories of the mist, and tortured himself by reliving his mother's death over and over again, even if it was just death... It really breaks my heart.
[It's also possible that Atan genuinely didn't hear it, but this is Atan, he guessed it, sigh.]
[This is even more heartbreaking, my friend! What is Ah Tan thinking as he looks at his mother's handwriting? Is he thinking about her appearance, her voice, the seriousness and liveliness in her every move as she wrote this? Is it like his mother is telling him this herself? Waaaaaah!]
So Ah-Tan answered, having a conversation with his mother from afar.
I can't take it anymore, I'm crying like a fool.
[Mommy is so serious, sob sob. I was thinking while reading the beginning, "Mommy is such a lively person, how can she get into such an obscure book?" The notes at the beginning were more like provocation than appreciation (not really). Turns out it was all for naming Ah Tan, sob sob sob.]
[Mommy: When naming my kitten, it has to be the best-sounding, most meaningful, and most beautiful name!]
[Waaaaah, you truly deserve your title, Sword God! Kuku is sending its own kind to the readers, please tone down your powers, waaaaah!]
[The Sword God is so thoughtful, afraid the readers wouldn't cry enough, he even added a song... Ahhh, you cold-blooded, heartless sword spirit!]
[With the female lead's background music, the battle went absolutely wild! The Sword God is asleep!]
This perfectly describes our mother-son relationship...
When will the next chapter be released?! When will it be released?! This story isn't over yet!
[Of course! We just finished kissing right after the theorem! Urgent! I'm the King of Urgency!]
[Waiting for the ending; Ah Tan must be going to see the Vice Leader soon!]
The announcement indicated that the train had arrived at its destination. Xie Tan put away his phone and got off the train.
He walked into the main gate of Diqiu University, sat on a bench under a tree, rested his hands on the edge of the bench, and watched the dusk sink and gradually become murky.
A cute, warm yellow electric scooter nimbly drove up to Xie Tan. Lu Jinzhao pressed the rotating colored light on the front of the scooter, and a long string of beautiful bubbles shot out.
"LuLu's car has arrived, boyfriend, please get in!"
There were still students coming and going in twos and threes around, frequently casting glances their way. Xie Tan wanted to cover his face, but after staring at them for a while, he laughed first.
When others do it, it just looks like they're making a fool of themselves, but when it's him, it looks adorable in every way.
Did this guy grow up eating cuteness?
Xie Tan patted Lu Jinzhao's palm like checking a ticket, then climbed onto the back seat, wrapped her arms around his strong waist, and whispered in his ear, "Let's go, boyfriend."
"...So cunning, Ah Tan, I want to kiss you again."
"I'm hungry. If I wait any longer, the cafeteria will be empty."
"But I want a kiss."
"..."
"Ah Tan—"
"...Okay, we'll talk about it at the cafeteria."
"Yay!"
Since they were still in a public place, Xie Tan only kissed Lu Jinzhao's cheek briefly when he got out of the car, and then casually went into the cafeteria, but he walked faster than usual.
Lu Jinzhao, who had just parked his car, caught up a beat late, happily hooking his arm around Xie Tan's, and they chatted affectionately.
After having dinner with her boyfriend, Xie Tan was clung to by Lu Jinzhao all the way to the library entrance. He sighed, "Let's go, don't we still have to go help out at the club?"
Lu Jinzhao hugged him and shook him, saying, "Then I'll come pick you up later."
"Okay." Xie Tan hugged him back. "I'll wait for you."
After watching her boyfriend leave cheerfully, turning back every few steps, Xie Tan entered the quiet library.
He met his professor on the way and greeted him politely.
"Have you finished eating?" the teacher said with satisfaction. "This child is good-looking and also studies hard."
Xie Tan nodded, revealing the books he was holding: "Yes, I've come to return the books."
"Okay, go ahead."
As he had said, Xie Tan returned the other books, then, carrying the only one he hadn't returned, walked through the dwindling corridor and knocked on the door of office 203.
"Come in," said the person inside the door.
Xie Tan pushed open the door and looked at the person sitting in the office.
"Director Jiang."
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Author's note: [1] Here is the translation:
Like refining gold from ore, or extracting silver from lead, it requires focused smelting to thoroughly remove impurities.
Like a deep pool cascading with the clarity of spring, like an ancient mirror clearly reflecting the essence of things. Observing simple truths, it is as if riding on moonlight, returning to the true nature of life.
Gazing at the stars, we sing of reclusive hermits. Today's poems, as clear as flowing water, have the bright moon as their precursor.
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