aircannonsinc Chapter 224: Are you open-minded?
Chapter 224: Are you open-minded?
On a tall building beside the street, the two seven stars Tianquan and Yuheng and the uncrowned Dragon King stood there.
Tianquan Xing Ningguang leaned against a vermilion lacquered pillar, holding her proud breasts with both hands, looking at the two people beside her, and asked: "Do you have any plans for tomorrow? We have worked hard for a year, why don't we have a small gathering in private."
"I'll host you. What do you think?"
Beidou also clasped his hands together and grinned, "Since Lord Tianquan is paying, I have to enjoy myself."
Behind them, a woman with short hair fading from black to blue nodded after receiving the tip from her subordinates, then left, with a white mink coat draped over her shoulders, swaying gently.
At the entrance of Bubu House, Bai Zhu picked up a woven lantern and handed it to the little girl standing next to him.
The little girl was Baizhu's patient. She needed to take a dose of medicine almost every day, and the attacks were intermittent. Baizhu had searched all the ancient medical books but had not found any such disease.
He had previously used Chen Yugu's secret technique to transfer his illness to himself, but unfortunately, it recurred afterwards.
Bai Zhu smiled. The little girl in his sight released the lantern, clasped her hands together, and whispered, "I hope the disease can be cured quickly and I don't need to take medicine anymore!"
The girl's mother was also there. She reached out and touched the child's head with a gentle smile.
In front of the teahouse at the entrance of Liyue Harbor, two girls, one in red and one in blue, stood side by side, looking up at the lanterns in the sky with emotion in their eyes.
In a tailor shop with a sign saying "Xinmi Clothing Material", a handsome man looked through the window at the sky lights that were gradually filling the night sky.
Dihuazhou, a handsome young man, leaped forward, his face instantly covered with a strange and majestic look, and with just one kick, a ruins guard was shattered in an instant.
The young man fell to the ground, moved away and disappeared. A sturdy purple figure with golden pupils flashing with thunder slowly walked towards him.
The two Yakshas looked up at the sky above Liyue Harbor. With their eyesight, they could see the stars there, which seemed to illuminate the entire night sky.
On Mount Tianheng, a yaksha that transformed from a bird-shaped yaksha into a human form. With that ordinary look, no one knew who he was commemorating.
On the stage in Liyue Harbor, Dvorak took off his top hat and waved his baton in one hand. The choreographed music slowly sounded under his conduct.
At Yujing Terrace, beside a wooden table, Grandma Ping and Guizhong were drinking tea, while Yanfei and Ganyu, two semi-immortal beasts, were listening quietly to the soft music. Yaoyao, who was as cute as a little sparrow, was leaning on the stone railing, her head nodding, and two bells were making crisp sounds.
"Master, Master! Listen." Yaoyao ran back to Grandma Ping, stood there and said with a smile.
The gentle music began to rise and fall, mixed with some clear sounds of Liyue's local instruments. The combination of these instruments within one day showed that Dvorak was not a man of false reputation.
Grandma Ping chuckled and nodded, then touched her disciple's head.
As the music started, Ganyu walked gently, released her lantern into the sky, and made a wish in her heart.
In Jue Yunjian, a man in black looked at the picture in the water mirror, then his figure flashed and disappeared.
"I hope that next year will also be a good year." True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang looked towards the Emperor, and then glanced at the water mirror that did not disappear. What was reflected in it were not only the lights of thousands of homes, but also every bit of history left by the immortals and gods.
"I definitely will." Morax picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. His eyes, which should have been as calm as an ancient well, were now filled with a hint of sadness.
Less than half a year later, these two words were heard again, but it was not from that person, but from the person who first uttered these words thousands of years ago.
Morax and the other fairies looked towards the water mirror.
In the picture, Mo Ran has already arrived at Yujingtai.
Grandma Ping and Guizhong looked at each other, then looked at the man in black. The eyes of the immortal and the demon god intersected. Without any words, they knew what the other party was doing.
On the stage of the Rainbow Tour, Dvorak still conducted the entire piece of music, but at the turning point of the melody, a piano sound was integrated into the music.
Then, the sounds of flutes and bells rang out, but they did not drastically change the original meaning of the song. Instead, they added a little edge, like green leaves against red flowers.
Under this fusion, the already beautiful music becomes even more fascinating, like an encounter spanning thousands of years, reaching a level of near perfection.
Dvorak could not help but look back, gazing in the general direction where the music was coming from. In his eyes there was awe, gratitude, and a hint of unknown meaning. Perhaps that was the feeling that only musicians could understand, the feeling of making friends through music.
He smiled slightly and conducted the rest of the music as he had never done before, because since the immortals were playing together, there couldn't be any mistakes.
When Paimeng heard the first sound of the piano, his pupils widened a lot and he said, "Listen, it's Grandma Ping. Hmm, there should be Mo Ran and Gui Zhong as well."
As soon as he finished speaking, Paimeng glanced at Yunjin next to him. She had her eyes closed and looked very absorbed in what she was doing. She probably didn't hear what he said.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and then she heard Yun Jin let out an "ah", and then he patted his chest and calmed down a little.
Paimon turned his body a little further, and the doubt in his eyes immediately disappeared. He saw Hu Tao, dressed in black, standing there with his fangs bared. In Liyue Harbor, there was no one more frightening than this hall master.
Yujingtai.
Mo Ran sat upright, holding a teacup in his hand, and said softly, "A Ping, your piano skills haven't deteriorated much!"
Grandma Ping's eyes slightly opened, a hint of surprise flashed in them, and then she smiled and said, "Of course, I am the True Lord of Gechenlangshi! How could I possibly step back?"
"Not to mention regression, even if a bullet is mis-tuned, it's impossible!"
"As expected, it's A Ping, hahaha." Mo Ran smiled.
Guizhong smiled and said, "Xiaoran, you haven't called Ah Ping for a while. Today is the Lantern Festival. Are you making an exception?"
"It's a festive occasion after all, so I should be more kind with my words." Mo Ran looked at the lanterns filling the sky, as if he was back to the Sea Lantern Festival thousands of years ago.
Gui Zhong hummed and nodded, "Xiao Ran, what should you call me then?"
"Sister...Sister." Speaking of which, this was the first time that Mo Ran called her this name. Before, he either called her Sister Gui Zhong, or Old Sister, or simply Sister.
Because I always feel something is weird when I call it that.
Gui Zhong's eyes flashed and he looked at the bright moon. The moonlight reflected in his eyes, as if endless elegance was revealed, melancholy and beautiful.
"Oh, Uncle Mo is already old, but he still calls him in such a disgusting way. His image seems to be ruined." Yan Fei supported her chin with both hands and showed an irritating but not hateful smile.
Mo Ran did not respond to this, but sighed: "Yes, yes, I am old, and the future of Liyue is handed over to you children. Please develop this commercial port well!"
Grandma Ping said with a chuckle, "Are you accepting your age?"
"People have to accept their age. There are new people coming up in Liyue Harbor, and we old guys should give way and stop taking up space." Mo Ran said this with the appearance of a young man, but he sounded like a person who was forcing himself to be sad in order to write new poems. He was clearly complaining without any reason.
Grandma Ping asked again: "Can you let it go?"
"You've lived for so long, just let go of what you can let go of, and ignore what you can't, so as not to be upset." Mo Ran smiled and drank a cup of tea.
There was a sound of light footsteps behind him, and as they touched his back, there was also a voice, "Master!"
Mo Ran then turned around and held Qiqi up with both hands, just like when he helped her get the coconut milk many years ago. His big hands were gentle and warm, and the disciple's body was no longer cold as it was then, but now had the temperature of a human.
"Father." Shen He walked over slowly, seizing the moon's beauty, and her clothes looked even more beautiful under the moonlight.
Mo Ran came back to his senses after hearing the call. He looked at the two children wearing new clothes and asked softly, "Ningguang made these for you?"
It’s no wonder Mo Ran thought so, because the two sets of clothes they were wearing, although modified, were basically the same.
Shen He's dark purple jumpsuit was roughly the same as her original outfit, with a slight modification to the back of her arms. Her legs were still hidden beneath the clothes, like a pure heart growing among the clouds, quiet and flawless.
Qiqi was still wearing a long-sleeved short skirt, but she had taken off her hat and untied her long braids, letting her hair fall behind her head. She looked like a porcelain doll, the girl next door, cute and pure.
"Yes, my sister said that we should celebrate the Lantern Festival in a festive manner." Qiqi smiled and seemed to like the clothes very much.
Shen He walked over and said softly, "Sister originally wanted us to invite father back for the New Year's Eve dinner, but she said that father seemed to have an appointment with Master Hu first, and it would be bad to break her promise, so you can rest assured that there is no problem at home."
Mo Ran smiled gently. Ningguang was a smart girl with great connections. He felt most at ease leaving things to her.
"Okay, you guys should have fun too. Um... it's almost time. I have to go first." Mo Ran put Qiqi down, not daring to look at Shen He, and left quickly without looking back.
Even though he was eloquent in the past, he could hardly utter a complete sentence at this moment.
Among these three children, Shen He was the one who had accompanied him the longest and poured the most affection into him, but the more so, the more indebted and empty he felt in his heart.
Shen He stood there, looking at his father in black. His father's figure obviously shouldn't have changed, but in his eyes he seemed to be getting older and older. His strong body was no longer there, and he had a hunched back and needed a cane to walk.
Shen He didn't look away until his father was no longer in sight. He suppressed the uneasy thoughts in his heart, said goodbye to a few people, and took his little sister on the way home.
"Second sister."
"Ok?"
"Can you carry me back?"
"it is good."
Shen He carried Xiao Qiqi on her back, holding her tightly with both hands. Even though she knew that her sister was stronger than herself, and even though she would be fine if she fell, she was unwilling to let go even a little bit.
They walked past a lamp, their shadows gradually lengthened, but it was hard to reach the black clothes in their hearts.