Chapter 72 Lovesickness My burning passion isn't afraid of you parting the threads of my heart...
Lu Xiaofeng's escape only took him from one end of the town to the other. For the first time, he felt powerless, as if hundreds of holes had been poked in his body, and the wind was blowing through him everywhere.
He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, and he was like a dull, rusty knife, having lost all his sharpness.
He passed by all the laughter and joy, dragging his heavy body forward as if he had lost his soul.
The temple fair was filled with vendors, and almost every peddler's stall had a lantern hanging in front of it to mark the occasion. The dim light shone on the flowers and leaves, like an old dream filled with the fragrance of flowers from my memory.
Lu Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered the small building with a courtyard full of flowers. When the sunlight shone through the window paper and scattered golden fragments on the ground, he thought that to find her, he only needed to push open that small window.
He fondly recalled the warmth of the sunlight on his body, and how Yan Jin looked up at him in the sunlight with a sweet smile.
How can I describe that smile?
He used to see Yan Jin's fair skin under the light, two blushes on his cheeks, and a thin layer of sweat glistening on his skin, making all the flowers in the garden pale in comparison.
But now all he remembers are those crescent-shaped fox eyes, like stars in the Milky Way or candy cubes. They remind him of when he was a child, he spilled a packet of candy, and, enduring the stickiness, drank the whole bowl of sweet, thick hot soup.
He would never forget the heat and sweetness of that soup; it seemed to still be churning in his stomach.
He suddenly understood why people say that to win a man's heart, you must first win his stomach.
It turns out that the stomach is the place where emotions are perceived, and even more so, the cradle of love. Yan Jin can make the sweetest soup without even washing his hands.
He suddenly realized that living in that little building for the rest of his life wouldn't be so scary at all.
He gave a bitter smile; it turned out that Lu Xiaofeng had already harbored feelings for him. Unfortunately, even though he offered his heart, the other person didn't want it.
How about we get completely drunk, like always?
He raised his head, strained to open his right eye, and hurriedly went to find a liquor stall.
Fortunately, his dog had a keen sense of smell, and after walking only a few steps, he saw the neatly stacked wine jars.
He practically pounced on her, startling the woman selling wine. She asked in a trembling voice, "May I ask if you're buying wine, sir?"
The vendors on the side also looked over; they were all from the same town and had watched him grow up, so they wanted to look after him a little.
He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I want the strongest, the strongest wine." His voice was both hoarse and filled with hidden pain. The woman saw that he was a heartbroken man and shook her head and said softly, "Strong wine is bad for your health. I only have Hundred Flowers Wine here. It is sweet and fragrant with flowers."
"Hundred Flower Wine, Hundred Flower Wine," he murmured, then thought of how he had searched the entire city to buy all kinds of flower wine for Yanjin when they first met.
He himself couldn't remember exactly how many jars of flower wine he bought that day.
If Yanjin were here, would she have fallen in love with this local specialty, Baihua Wine?
No, she likes to drink flower tea.
Lu Xiaofeng stammered, "Never mind, never mind."
He drifted among the crowd, staggering forward like a ghost.
If Yan Jin were by her side, she would definitely grab his hand and run wildly. When she turned back to smile at him, her eyes would first crinkle, and then, under everyone's gaze, she would suddenly stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the cheek, and then lead him to wander through every corner of the temple fair.
He stopped and his gaze fell on the fox mask on the stall.
The fox face pattern was drawn very charmingly and cleverly, but he felt that it still couldn't capture a trace of the fox's sweetness or cuteness.
Just as a pair of oily hands were about to land on him, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly lunged forward and snatched them away. He lost his balance and crashed heavily into the stall cart.
The chubby man shoved him hard and shouted angrily, "Have you lost your mind?!"
As he spoke, the man frowned and patted his clothes, his anger barely contained.
The woman beside him, who was holding him, kept comforting him, "It's alright, sir. Let's not argue with a madman. It's not worth getting yourself sick."
The two people walked past, and a cheap, overpowering scent of rouge and face powder lingered in the air.
Lu Xiaofeng frowned and hid the mask in his arms even deeper.
The smell is so strong, what if Yanjin misunderstands?
"Grandpa, these masks are three coins each." The mask seller was an old man with gray hair, wearing a patched burlap shirt, his back was hunched, but his deeply lined face had a kind smile.
They neither looked at him strangely nor complained that he had disrupted their business.
Even though Lu Xiaofeng was in terrible pain, he still felt a pang of sadness when he saw the old man's chapped hands.
He was an extremely soft-hearted person, and immediately reached into his chest and waist to pull out his silver notes. However, after searching again and again, he found nothing, except for a single, translucent pearl.
Only this pearl, which he had carefully hidden in his heart, remained.
He stared blankly for a while, then suddenly clenched his fist, as if trying to gather all the past memories into his palm.
Seeing that he couldn't produce a single coin, the old man sighed and said, "Take it, it's fine. With your eyes so badly injured, take this bead and go see a doctor quickly."
Lu Xiaofeng certainly couldn't take the old man's things for free, but he absolutely couldn't give away this pearl.
He took off his outer garment and left it on the stall. As if knowing the old man was about to stop him, he turned and headed into the depths of the desolate mountains.
Fortunately, his clothes weren't too bad, so he could pawn them for a tael or two of silver.
With nowhere to go, he leaped onto a barren tree, still wearing his undergarments. The enormous crescent moon hung pale in the night sky, but Lu Xiaofeng felt it resembled an eye.
He stared at the crescent moon, lost in thought, until he heard light footsteps behind him. A thought struck him, and he quickly landed.
However, the girl he turned around saw was not wearing any pink rouge; instead, she had a bare face, as elegant and refined as an ink painting.
When the girl saw him, she took two steps forward and asked with concern, "Young master, how did you get so badly injured?"
Lu Xiaofeng stared at her, then suddenly smiled and said calmly, "You stabbed yourself."
The girl pursed her lips and said, "Why are you joking like that, young master?"
Lu Xiaofeng said, "How can you say that? When I'm in a bad mood, I like to stab people in the back."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he flicked his toe, seizing a dry branch from the ground. With a twist of his wrist, he executed a sword flourish and thrust it towards the attacker.
The girl barely managed to dodge to the side, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "I meant no harm. I just know a little about medicine and wanted to heal you, young master."
Lu Xiaofeng said coldly, "Since he's just a quack doctor with a little medical knowledge, he should be kept to treat his own illness."
In the blink of an eye, he had already thrust out seven swords, each aimed straight at her throat.
The girl snorted coldly and said in a gloomy tone, "I didn't gouge your eyes out."
She moved nimbly, conjuring a hook-shaped dagger in her hand, and thrust it forward fiercely.
Before the dagger arrived, the wind followed. The wind blade spun and cut, and Lu Xiaofeng, who had raised a withered branch as a shield, was instantly cut in half at the waist.
He dropped the withered branch and fought her with his bare hands.
The newcomer's attacks became increasingly fierce, and even though Lu Xiaofeng was agile, the overwhelming wind blades still managed to open several wounds on his body.
Her once beautiful and charming face had long since turned into a rosy skull. She said viciously, "That vixen killed my three younger brothers. I want her to pay with her life. If you are willing to tell me her whereabouts, I may spare your life."
Three ghosts and one yin—this is probably the so-called Yin Female Bodhisattva.
Lu Xiaofeng's face darkened, and he sneered, "If you dare to take her life, I'll take yours."
He picked up a dry branch and unleashed a series of sword strikes.
"How arrogant!" she shouted, her attack becoming even more ferocious.
Fallen leaves fluttered down, and the surrounding tree trunks were covered with cuts left by wind blades and sword energy, each cut penetrating deep into the wood.
Lu Xiaofeng's undergarment was soaked with blood, but fortunately most of the wounds were superficial, though they looked rather gruesome.
The skeleton, devoid of flesh, seemed to feel no pain or injury. The woman of darkness coldly said, "Why must you risk your life to fight me?"
Lu Xiaofeng said, "Because I like her!"
The Yin woman suddenly raised her hand and struck, her strength pouring out like a torrent, aiming straight for his lungs.
Lu Xiaofeng was sent flying by the blow, crashing sideways into a barren tree as thick as three people. With a "bang," he rolled to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, as layers of withered leaves flew up and covered him.
Two of his ribs were broken. He gasped for breath, trying to struggle to get up, but he couldn't move.
The woman finally laughed and said cheerfully, "I thought you were so capable."
She walked forward with light, deliberate steps, looking down at you and said, "Humans and demons are different. How can a demon truly care for you? Where is she? Just tell me, and I won't kill you."
Her words were clear and very tempting.
Lu Xiaofeng suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that blood dripped down his face. He said nonchalantly, "It's enough that I treated her sincerely."
The woman's voice turned cold as she said cautiously, "Fools usually don't end up well."
Before she could finish speaking, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly flipped into the air, and with a "clang," the withered branch in his hand pierced her heart.
He said coldly, "I'm stupid, but you're not smart either."
He still had the strength!
"How dare you lie to me!" the Yin woman cried out in anguish.
Amidst the sudden gust of wind, Lu Xiaofeng said expressionlessly, "I told you I would take your life."
"Humans have weaknesses, and so do demons. Do you realize how much dumber you look when you're protecting your heart than I am?"
Even if it was unwilling, the skeleton could only turn into black mist and dissipate into the world.
What's the difference between humans and demons?
Lu Xiaofeng fell down, lying on the soft, withered leaves, gazing quietly at the new moon.
A dull ache struck, and he curled up and coughed twice. Blood seeped from the cut on his forehead, trickling down his eyelid and into his right eye.
When that drop of bright red spread across his eye, he didn't recall the redness that filled his left eye when it was pierced, but rather the red oil-paper umbrella in the snow and ice.
He raised his head in a daze and, through the bright red mist, clearly saw Yan Jin's appearance.
Lu Xiaofeng suddenly chuckled softly, realizing that he was indeed ill.
He muttered to himself, "I've actually fallen ill with lovesickness."
No moment had made him realize more clearly than this that his loyalty and love had been awakened. And from the moment he was awakened by Yan Jin, he could never belong to anyone else.
Since he can no longer belong to someone else, what is there for him to waver or be afraid of?
Life is but a few short days; how can he waste them?
Lu Xiaofeng covered his face, suddenly remembering that he had once said that he was the one who was seduced, never the one who seduced others. He chuckled to himself, suddenly understanding the skeleton's words, "shameless boasting."
He pushed himself up with his hands and stumbled toward the small building.
Go back, go back to her side, and show her all the love you have for her.
Lu Xiaofeng is already the most adorable, handsome, and witty young hero in the world. If Yan Jin doesn't fall in love with him, who else could she fall in love with?
Who says only you have fire in your heart? My burning passion isn't afraid of you opening my heart to examine it closely.
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Author's Note: Little Chicken: Notifying a certain thief king, I'm going to livestream a textbook-style pursuit of my wife!
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