Chapter 70 You're the Only Exception I've never tried to explore anyone else's...
“Plant it all... Are these flower seeds?” Lu Xiaofeng murmured.
Planting flowers on a snow-capped mountain sounds like trying to catch fish by climbing a tree or boiling water to make ice, but Yan Jin's slightly widened fox eyes were completely serious.
Before anything had even happened, Lu Xiaofeng's heart had already softened. This softening stemmed from the understanding that someone was trying to support him, fearing that he might fall and never be able to get back up.
Lu Xiaofeng stroked the gold thread on the brocade pouch, the question he wanted to ask silently melting away.
Only by planting the seeds will the answer be revealed. He thought that if everything required an answer, life would be too dull. Life is interesting and meaningful precisely because of its countless mysteries.
Their mysteries have already touched and intersected in this completely white world.
Yan Jin didn't ask in detail how helpless and painful that moment of isolation and helplessness in his youth was. Just as Lu Xiaofeng didn't ask why the word "also" was added before the phrase "a lone soldier lamenting his fate".
However, they all knew that in that fleeting moment when the gaps intersected, there might have been perfectly fitting mechanisms overlapping at that instant.
The rest is about searching for spring amidst the snow.
Because a fox spirit held up an umbrella for him, the wind gradually weakened, and the snowflakes fell softly and gently.
Amidst the heavy snowfall, Yan Jin suddenly took his hand and led him up the mountain. The sound of their boundless footsteps echoed across the vast snowfield.
With this sudden tug, Lu Xiaofeng nearly tripped over his right foot and fell. As he staggered, his joints stiff and aching, a flower petal wrapped around his legs like a piece of satin.
He suddenly felt light, lifted a foot by the wind, and before he could even stand up, he was sent flying like a shooting star chasing the moon.
The pink brocade bag was dropping flower seeds with a soft rustling sound, each seed flying like dust in the cold wind.
They ran wild on this snow-capped mountain.
The wind chases after them, and even the snow has to go around them.
Lu Xiaofeng's lightness skill was undoubtedly among the best in the world, but at this moment, the speed that seemed to be able to break through everything still made him widen his eyes.
Yan Jin gripped his hand tightly, turned her head and shouted, "Run with all your might! I am yours, and the wind is yours too! Once you cross this mountain, the wind and snow will be at your feet."
The wind rushed into his mouth, then turned and throbbed at his heart. Lu Xiaofeng trembled slightly, and the raging wind blew hot tears into his eyes. These tears quickly froze into ice, lingering at the corner of his eye, hesitant to fall.
The voice gripped him tightly, gripping his mind, his everything. So he closed his eyes, sealing all the pain into darkness, and rushed forward.
Faster and faster, faster and faster. It felt like my whole body was being blown away by the wind, but my flesh and blood were gradually getting hot.
The dense, scorching heat, like ants crawling out from every bone, is a reawakening of the heat buried deep within the body.
This heat has never disappeared; it has simply been hidden beneath my bones, suppressed and unable to be released.
The shackles that imprison my heart are right before my eyes.
His heart felt like it was being lifted and then dropped heavily, and he suddenly opened his eyes amidst a series of shivers.
That mountain, that snow, were all beneath his feet.
His memories of the past flashed by, his chest heaved, and his pupils shrank in circles.
Yan Jin cupped his face in her hands, then suddenly said seriously, "Lu Xiaofeng, no one can hold you back, not even the wind."
The past won't work, the pain won't work, and neither will yourself.
Lu Xiaofeng stared at her blankly, as if an iceberg in his heart had been violently knocked down, and tiny pieces of ice fell to the ground.
Amidst the deafening sound of ice shattering, the cacophony of wind and snow abruptly faded away.
A strand of her black hair brushed against her cheek, the touch cool and tingling.
Without blinking, Lu Xiaofeng slowly reached out and grasped it, feeling countless warm currents flowing out from his heart along with the black hair, melting the snow on the ground.
The rouge on his face had long since melted away with the snow, and only now did a trace of color appear on his cold, ashen cheeks. His deep, dark eyes, like lacquer, peeked through his long, narrow eyelashes, and were now fixed on her with clear, focused, and gentle eyes.
Yan Jin simply smiled at him, her fingers gently tracing the sunken eye sockets of his eyes, the touch so light it was almost imperceptible, perhaps even to herself.
"The flowers are blooming," Yan Jin said.
Lu Xiaofeng was led by her to gaze at the foot of the mountain. Large swathes of pink muhly grass spread out like a tide. A gust of wind blew by, and a pink ocean of mist appeared before them.
The blinding, empty white was swallowed up in an instant, and the entire mountain was completely dyed pink, stretching as far as the eye could see and covering the sky.
This was the second time Lu Xiaofeng had seen the pink mist.
He subconsciously reached out and carefully rubbed a patch; the touch was soft and warm, like powder.
The wind and snow had stopped sometime ago, and the azure sky seemed to have been washed clean, enveloping this pink sea of snow.
Yan Jin looked at him and said, "When you think back to that past, remember this pink sea, and remember me too."
Did that boy who once collapsed in the snow, contemplating suicide, know that years later, someone would plant a pink sea for him here?
“I will not abandon Lu Xiaofeng here. You are no longer a lone soldier.”
Lu Xiaofeng didn't know how to resist the increasingly dense heat. It was as if she had been pushed into a hot spring, and her skin was thawing in the hot water, which burned her painfully.
The frozen tear in the corner of his eye melted away with warmth, flowing down his heart and into the narrow crevice. The heart that he had left behind in the depths of the snow as a boy was finally retrieved by Yan Jin.
When he fell, he didn't expect to be able to get back.
In that tender moment, Yan Jin suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his cold cheek, laughing, "Why is someone speechless?"
Lu Xiaofeng snapped back to reality, his heart pounding wildly, and stammered, "I..."
The second half of his sentence remained unspoken; it seemed that nothing he said would be enough. Or perhaps, Lu Xiaofeng never intended to say such a thing.
How could I possibly say something like this without ever having thought it through?
It felt like he was instantly transported back to his teenage years. For the first time, he realized how tongue-tied he was; his tongue seemed only capable of fighting with his teeth. Of course, his brain was the first thing to defy his commands.
what to do.
Seeing that he was speechless, Yan Jin pulled a short candle from her sleeve, exhaled softly, and the crimson flame flickered instantly.
She shoved the short candle into his palm, her eyes gleaming, and said recklessly, "Burn it, burn this place down."
Along with the past.
The scattered petals coalesced into a boat, and Yan Jin carried him aboard. Below them stretched endless pink clouds, and above them, the sky was azure like the lake.
Lu Xiaofeng gripped Yan Jin's hand tightly, fearing that she might recklessly jump down.
Yan Jin shouted in his ear, "We can always plant more! Let's plant together!"
Yes, I am no longer fighting alone.
He was just too afraid of being alone.
He took a deep breath, flicked his wrist, and the short candle fell to the ground.
That tiny spark, like oil thrown into a pan, quickly ignited into a raging fire, with crimson flames surging and rolling across the mountains.
The wildfire raged, its crimson flames reflected in my eyes like fluttering fire butterflies.
Yan Jin lay on the flower boat and looked down. Her fox-like eyes curved into a smile as she said sweetly, "Your eyes told me long ago that they couldn't bewitch you."
She knew the answer as she brushed the snow off his cheek.
How could someone who doesn't fight for pride or fame, and can always calmly laugh it off, be bewitched?
The mountain collapsed inch by inch, just like a house that had been burned by charcoal. She turned over and winked at Lu Xiaofeng, "It's all the fault of these little devils, otherwise you could have taken off my clothes here."
"Here?" His voice trailed off softly.
Yan Jin lay down peacefully and looked at him, saying sweetly, "No matter where you are, this is Lu Xiaofeng's privilege."
These were words that no man could refuse, and Lu Xiaofeng thought he would feel a surge of pleasure, just like every time before.
His belief in "enjoyment" has always been about being seven-tenths full and three-tenths drunk, eating the most delicious meat, drinking the finest wine, appreciating the scenery, and admiring beautiful women. He is free to go and manage his own affairs, and although troubles always come his way, he always pursues freedom and happiness.
He thought that plugging that leaky hole required physical appearance, sex appeal, lust, stimulation, and countless mysteries.
But only now has he realized with a start that this is not the case. It turns out that physical desire can only fill the void in life, and the pleasure it brings is so 'inferior'.
Exhilarating pleasure is like a shot of strong liquor; he downs a whole jar, the alcohol rising in his head, naturally bringing a hazy, intoxicating feeling. But no matter how absurd, there will eventually be a day when he sobers up, and the lingering effects are hard to resist.
At present, it seems so pale and so empty.
Lu Xiaofeng stared into the dark hole in his heart, and before he fell in, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with light, and said, "It can't be blocked, nothing can be blocked. Only you."
Without his mustache, he had a more youthful air about him, his dimples had sunk deeper, and his eyes seemed to spark with brilliance.
His eyes shone so brightly for the first time, so brightly that Yan Jin was suddenly at a loss for words. He blinked lightly and asked blankly, "What?"
Lu Xiaofeng sighed, resignedly saying, "I suddenly realize that more than your naked body, the color of your clothes, or even your flawlessly beautiful face, I want to know why you were happy in your childhood, why you were heartbroken in your youth, what poems you loved to read, what music you loved to hear. I want to know why your eyes crinkle, why your eyes well up with tears..."
He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if trying to encompass all the trivialities of life. His voice wasn't forceful; rather, it was very soft, like drops of water falling gently.
In the pouring rain, Yan Jin's breath became increasingly damp, and his lungs felt sticky and heavy, as if invaded by water mist.
The smoky pink nail polish pierced her flesh, and she suddenly laughed, "Is the person in front of me really Lu Xiaofeng?"
Even after understanding the meaning of the sentence, Lu Xiaofeng still said, "Yes."
I have never tried to explore anyone's heart, except for you.
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