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I don't know, I don't remember - his eyes are telling me "it's okay," even with a burst of joy.
What happened between us... it was inevitable, so the key to solving the problem is, what exactly happened between us? Love, friendship, family? My mind is empty, carrying Li Mou, I followed him to the so-called paradise, a hidden paradise.
I saw many treasures. Um, pots and knives? "Ah, the taste of immortals is truly unique." I responded awkwardly, and he just naturally wanted to make soup for me. Many dishes were delicate and beautiful, and there was a mandarin duck pot, half red soup, half white soup. I thanked him and started eating. Clearly it should have been delicious food, but I just didn't have the heart, and only finished it hastily.
After that, many days passed and I never saw Li Lang again, but I felt that he was still alive. Mo Zhusheng always chatted with me leisurely, talking about topics that interested me, and he also took great care in preparing three meals a day. Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy them and found them troublesome. Why would such a celestial being be entangled in the past? With such a long lifespan, why would he be fixated on someone like me, who is just a mortal now?
I also mentioned Li Lang, but he always remained silent and unwilling to talk, and I was also tired. When I expressed my desire to go to the human world, he was not happy either. He hoped that I could walk around the scenic spots in the heavenly palace with him, but I was not happy either. At times like this, he would tactfully change the topic to something else that might interest me, while observing my expression, but he didn't force me.
I eat very little, and I'm getting thinner. He's very worried and always cooks a lot of dishes to try to tempt me to eat more. I don't have the mood for it. This paradise without natural disasters or man-made calamities is actually so boring. It's just me and Mo Zhusheng, nothing else.
"We can't go on like this. I'm no longer a fairy, and I can't adapt to this place. Besides, you're restricting my freedom." I've reached the limit of my patience with this bamboo. I didn't have a mentality of fearing death at the beginning, but trouble is just trouble.
I didn't expect that when I brought up the matter so directly, he would feel so upset, mumbling about what he did wrong. He said maybe the recent variety of dishes wasn't good, or the vegetables he bought weren't fresh enough, and the topics he prepared every day weren't interesting enough. He promised to make improvements and said it wouldn't happen again. At that moment, he looked like a troubled young man, but I didn't believe him. I found his secret, and he was afraid that I would be unhappy, especially if I showed no emotion. He was very afraid of that expression. I didn't understand. I thought that something big must have happened between us, and maybe I had changed a lot later on.
Naturally, I used this routine, self-taught, and watched him with both surprise and joy, seeing him timid yet delighted. This ink bamboo seems a bit like a rabbit, with red eyes that are transparent glass. After that, I enjoyed the obedience of a fairy who was afraid of displeasing me every day. He was willing to take me to the mortal world to eat and drink. It seems like there's nothing for me to miss, after all, I've always been playing this game of life.
Ah, I am human—I woke up one day and suddenly shouted a person's name, Li Lang. This Li Lang, who is he, frightened my bamboo spirit so much that it cried. I tried to comfort him, but he was still afraid. I really don't understand, what qualifications do humans have to be feared by immortals...
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