Then he looked around. There was a pipa lying beside him, a bookshelf behind him, and a kettle on the stove not far away that was boiling with white steam gushing out.
It was raining outside, the bamboo curtains were swaying, and the wind blew the moist rain air in.
This place looks familiar, but it seems like there is a thin film between us and I can’t figure out where it is.
"How long are you going to hold me?"
Gu Fuyou loosened his hand. Zhong Michu pulled his arm back and touched it with his hand, and the dragon scales disappeared.
Gu Fuyou watched her movements quietly, and after a long silence, he asked, "Where is this?"
Not a dream.
"Xuan Miao Men." Zhong Mi Chu replied calmly without saying another word.
Gu Fuyou frowned, without any memory in his mind: "How did I get here?"
It was such a long journey from the Thirty-Three Heavens to the Xuanmiao Gate, but she had no recollection of getting here, and she had no intention of coming here again.
Not to the point where you are so crazy that you completely forget what you did.
The bell did not ring. Gu Fuyou rubbed his brows, his mind was still blank. He tried hard to think, but got nothing. It was depressing, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
Her gaze shifted to Zhong Michu, who was lowering his eyes and arranging several books that had been pushed to the ground earlier. There was a hint of fatigue between his brows, and his bent posture was like a white magnolia that was bent by the wind and rain.
This wasn't a dream, so meeting like this was bound to be awkward.
The events of that day loomed in my mind, and I couldn't forget them. I was angry, sad, and restless. I wanted to put this matter behind me, but I felt angry, as if whoever mentioned this matter first would lose.
"I came to see you, did I say anything?"
Zhong Michu said: "Not yet, maybe you want to say something to me now."
"Does it hurt?" She really couldn't think of anything nice to say.
“…” Zhong Michu was slightly startled, holding the book in his hand and pausing.
"I just thought I was dreaming..."
Zhong Michu originally thought she was talking about what happened that day. Every word pierced her heart, it was really painful, and she still couldn't recover until today. Although Gu Fuyou's words were just a question, it seemed like he was gently soothing the wound. It was a pity that Gu Fuyou actually meant to refer to the bite he had just given her.
Zhong Michu sighed softly, with a hint of resentment in his tone: "Gu Fuyou, there is no need to say the latter part of this sentence."
Gu Fuyou...
Gu Fuyou was stunned for a moment and couldn't react. Since Wantong City, Zhong Michu always called her Ah Man, and she was used to it.
Zhong Michu suddenly called her Gu Fuyou. She was not used to it and felt distant and indifferent.
Saw it.
It was clearly me who said "A'man is dead", why was I so sad
Ah, Zhong Michu is so vindictive now.
Gu Fuyou supported her head in annoyance. She had guessed correctly in her heart that if she got involved with Zhong Michu, she would be stepping into a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate herself.
When dealing with others, you should be able to clearly distinguish between resentment and hatred, and take revenge when there is a grudge.
There was no way to be straightforward with Zhong Michu. The two of us were like a pair of clay figures that were broken into pieces and put back together. You were in me, and I was in you. Your pain was also my pain, and my pain was also your pain.
Hurting others also hurts yourself.
It really hurts.
There is no recovery.
The more Gu Fuyou thought about it, the more depressed she became. Even on this rainy day and the cold indoors, she felt hot all over and had a severe headache.
A pair of emerald eyes gradually turned scarlet.
"Zhong Michu." Gu Fuyou said in a muffled voice: "Can you say something nice?"
Zhong Michu thought that Gu Fuyou was referring to her previous words, so she asked, "What should I say?"
She didn't know that Gu Fuyou's thoughts were all over the place and his words had no connection at all.
Gu Fuyou said excitedly: "You should say - good, good kill!"
Zhong Michu then realized that she was referring to the debate in the Thirty-three Heavens.
Zhong Michu suddenly felt mixed emotions, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of the book spread out in front of Gu Fuyou from the corner of his eye. He panicked, and without saying anything, he reached out and took the book out.
When Gu Fuyou was talking, he bumped into the desk. The tea that Zhong Michu had handed to Qingyun was placed aside and was knocked over, and the tea soaked the pages of the book.
Zhong Michu pursed her lips, frowned, and turned the pages carefully. Fortunately, the water stains did not smudge the handwriting. She pointed her index finger on the page and lifted the tea that had soaked into the book. A small stream of water swirled between her fingers.
Gu Fuyou was extremely dissatisfied that Zhong Michu ignored him but was so nervous about a book.
The anger that had risen in my heart suddenly dissipated.
She placed her hands on the desk and leaned over. When she saw the book, she was stunned for a moment, then carefully examined it and asked, "Is this the book I copied for you?"
Gu Fuyou was half lying on the desk, his head very close to her, and when Zhong Michu turned around, he almost bumped into her. Zhong Michu frowned, looking serious.
Gu Fuyou pursed his lips, his expression showing a bit of alertness, even though he was staring at her with such a pair of blood-red eyes.
Gu Fuyou asked softly, "Is that so?"
Zhong Michu looked at her for a long time and replied, "Yes."
Gu Fuyou recalled something and said awkwardly, "I remember I added a few more strokes to it later, right?"
"yes."
Gu Fuyou said shyly: "You saw it."
Zhong Michu closed the book and placed it on her knees. She couldn't speak. If she spoke, her voice would definitely sound different. So after a long pause, she said in a muffled voice, "Hmm."
Gu Fuyou didn't notice anything unusual about Zhong Michu because she suddenly remembered where she was. This was Gushen Peak, Zhong Michu's study, and everything was arranged the same as she remembered.
She looked outside and saw the backyard wall that she had climbed over countless times.
It was here that I soiled the original copy of "A New Interpretation of Formations", which led me to rewrite a new copy of "A New Interpretation of Formations" for her later. I can still feel the joy of giving a good book to a soulmate.
The words I added later also revived my deep sense of shame. It was like when I was older, I looked back at the ridiculous things I did when I was young and felt that they were too childish.
Gu Fuyou thought that they obviously had so much to say and so many things to do: "Zhong Michu, we shouldn't argue about the Zuo family. The Zuo family is not worth arguing with me."
Zhong Michu said sadly: "I didn't argue with you, and it wasn't for the Zuo family."
Gu Fuyou's heart tightened. She understood the deep meaning of Zhong Michu's words. She could naturally think of the "former Gu Fuyou" described by Zhong Michu, but perhaps because she was far away from the Thirty-Three Heavens, or perhaps because she was far away from the bloody fighting, she was in this quiet study, the room was full of the fragrance of tea and books, and the sound of rain outside made her feel peaceful.
She was not as embarrassed, angry, or excited as she was last time: "Zhong Michu, your words always hurt me."
Zhong Michu laughed softly.
"why are you laughing?"
"You said what I said."
She didn't like Zhong Mi Chu smiling like that, it made her feel a dull pain in her heart.
She crawled over to the desk and hugged her from behind: "Zhong Michu, forgive me."
He put his forehead on the back of her neck and said, "I was so angry with you that day that I said those words. You really leave me helpless."
Zhong Michu placed his right hand on the hands at his waist and said softly, "Just because I said those words doesn't mean that things will be settled. You are the one who makes the final decision. You will be angry because deep down in your heart you also feel that those words make sense. I put you in a dilemma. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so distressed. You can just let what happened that day go and kill those people anyway."
Gu Fuyou's eyes darkened, and she closed her arms. She completely encircled Zhong Michu's slender waist in her arms, tightly strangling her, and still felt it was not enough: "Zhong Michu, I am angry because of you. Only your words have such weight, weighing on my heart and making it hard to beat."
"Hmm..." Gu Fuyou used too much force and Zhong Michu groaned.
Gu Fuyou loosened his grip a little and said, "Don't mention the Zuo family anymore. Other than that, I'm willing to agree to anything you ask for."
“Okay.” Zhong Michu agreed readily. Perhaps she understood that she shouldn’t get too involved in the Zuo family’s affairs, or perhaps she figured out that the Zuo family’s affairs were destined to stand between them, and only Gu Fuyou could pave a way out.
Zhong Michu pushed away Gu Fuyou's hands around her waist, turned around, and still knelt. The book was placed on her knees. She gently placed one hand on it and stroked Gu Fuyou's cheek with the other hand.
The fingertips were slightly cool, and the scars from his palms felt rough against his skin, but it wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary, it was intoxicating.
Zhong Michu said: "I will no longer ask you how to deal with the people of the Zuo family."
Gu Fuyou was deeply relieved and held her wrist so that his face could be closer to her palm.
"But you have to promise me one thing."
"You say." Gu Fuyou's scarlet eyes flashed with excitement. She was eager to try, just waiting for Zhong Michu to speak. She quickly responded with an "OK", making Zhong Michu happy.
"Nanzhou is without a master. You have occupied the thirty-third heaven, with thousands of slaves in your hands and the support of Xiao Zhongting. You are the main force in defeating the Zuo family. Those major families that are vassals of the Zuo family will support you as their master..."
Gu Fuyou disagreed: "They have been oppressed for so many years, and they still want others to ride on their heads? They would rather occupy their own mountains and become the kings, so why would they want another Zuo family to come."
Zhong Michu shook his head: "The habits of the immortal world have been like this for thousands of years. They are deeply rooted. They can't change it for a while, and they need someone to lead. Even if you don't make the decision, Nanzhou will be in disarray, and the other three continents will take the opportunity to win over, or they will take the initiative to become vassals, and Nanzhou will be eroded by the three continents. History repeats itself."
"I'm not cut out for a job."
"You have Mr. Zhai, Fengsui, and me. Don't you want to turn the entire Nanzhou into the Xiaoyao City of the past?"
Gu Fuyou was silent for a long time, then asked, "Zhong Michu, what do you want me to promise you?"
"Before making a decision, think about your elder brother and father. How would they handle it?" Zhong Michu stared into Gu Fuyou's eyes.
Gu Fuyou was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and shouted angrily: "After all, you still want me to show mercy!"
She pulled the hand away from her face, opened her mouth, and bit the muscle under her thumb, the depression between the thumb and the base of the thumb. There were no scales on the palms of the dragon race, so Gu Fuyou used all her strength.
Zhong Michu was silent, brushed her eyes with his other hand, and sighed softly: "Do you know what you look like now?"
Gu Fuyou tasted blood in his mouth and hurriedly let go. He stared at her with a pair of red eyes, unwilling to compromise, and angrily said, "What."
"The crippled wolf."
Gu Fuyou was furious: "I wish I were a wolf!"
I can tear you to pieces openly!
He took two deep breaths, then thought, forget it, I can't bear to do it.
She could feel her murderous intent growing stronger. When she was upset, she only wanted to kill the thing. Once she killed the source of her upset, she would feel at peace.
She was glad that even if she was angry with Zhong Michu, she would not have the murderous intent to do so.
only.
She looked at the wound on Zhong Michu's palm and wondered how long this difference in her feelings towards Zhong Michu would last.
She held Zhong Michu's hand. The skin under Zhong Michu's thumb was dark purple, and the deep teeth marks were red. She touched it and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"pain."
Ten Fingers Connected to the Heart: "Humph, it would be better if it hurts more!"
Gu Fuyou stood up, walked out, pulled aside the bamboo curtain, and found that Mr. Zhai was tiptoeing to leave with Yi'er.
Gu Fuyou shouted, "Mr. Zhai!"
Ms. Zhai turned back tremblingly and forced a smile, "What's the matter?" She originally wanted to leave, but was still worried, so she turned back.
"Let's go home!" He said it loudly, as if he wanted someone to hear it.
"We just came..."
"If you want to keep it overnight, you can keep it."
Mist and rain surrounded the mountain, but Gu Fuyou ignored it. The rain on Jingdu Mountain was really refreshing, and she walked straight into the rain.
Mr. Zhai shouted: "Hey, wait, there is no door here either..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Gu Fuyou tiptoe and jump over the white wall in the backyard.
"… "
Zhong Michu also lifted the curtain and came out: "Mr. Zhai."
Mr. Zhai pointed outside the wall with his folding fan: "This..."
"Mr. Zhai, thank you for your concern. If there is anything unusual about her, please let me know."
Mr. Zhai muttered, "It was unusual enough before she came."
"Aren't you going back with me?"
"After some time."
Mr. Zhai sighed in distress, said goodbye, and went out through the front door to chase after Gu Fuyou.
Yi'er came over and held Zhong Michu's hand, accusing Gu Fuyou of his evil deeds: "Mother, when I came here, Mother Ah Man glared at me. Did you have a quarrel with her and she was angry, so that's why she acted like this?"
Zhong Michu thought that even if Gu Fuyou was angry, he would not do that to Yier. It should have been Qingjun at that time, but he still responded to Yier: "Yeah."
"Then you should make peace with her as soon as possible."
There were footsteps outside the study room. Dong Li came over with a bamboo basket and asked with a smile, "I just came here and saw the mortal next to Junior Sister Gu go down the mountain. Junior Sister Gu also left. How come he left after just a while?"
Mr. Zhai and Yi'er had not yet practiced fasting. She came to Gushen Peak to deliver some food. When she was on the mountain, she met Qingluan Yufeng. She also saw Mr. Zhai running down the mountain in a hurry, shouting to the sky: "Gu Fuyou, you bastard, wait a minute!"
Zhong Michu held Yi'er's hand, holding the book in the hand that was bitten, and said, "When the person wakes up, he will die naturally."
"Have you reconciled with her?"
Zhong Michu did not respond.
Dong Li said in a gentle voice: "I was so distressed for her at that time. Now I have another chance. It is not easy. I should seize it."
Zhong Michu looked at the white wall, and the wind blew the pages of the book rustling.
You can vaguely see the ink words on the page above the margin, and the wind makes the book stop at that page.
On the header, a dragon and a phoenix are flying, and it is written - Gu Fuyou, I was here.