vrcanaries Chapter 151 Impulsive Confession
Chapter 151 Impulsive Confession
After a conversation with Cheng Yuntao, Jing Zimo felt that he had gained a lot and had a deeper understanding of this tragedy.
"The Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, and death; separation from loved ones; meeting with those we hate; failure to obtain what we desire; and the blazing fire of the five aggregates... Most so-called tragedies are inseparable from these sufferings."
"The White Snake is a thousand-year-old snake spirit, having long since escaped the cycle of birth, old age, sickness, and death of mortals. Love, separation, and reunion with hatred, however, will continue throughout her life after she met Xu Xuan. I wonder if she will regret meeting, knowing, and falling in love with him."
Faced with Jing Zimo's confusion, Cheng Yuntao was unable to give an accurate answer, because love is the most unpredictable thing.
"We are just outsiders, not actors in the play, and everything is just our speculation."
"But I think Baishe might not regret falling in love with Xu Xuan, but she would regret not discovering his true face sooner, and seeing that beneath his dull appearance he wasn't honest, but cowardly, cold-hearted, and heartless."
After hearing Cheng Yuntao's answer, Jing Zimo's eyes flashed with surprise: "Miss Cheng's insights are quite unique." He bowed solemnly to Cheng Yuntao, with an upright posture and a sincere attitude.
"Miss Cheng," Jing Zimo straightened up, his eyes full of sincerity, "In this world, it's hard to find a soulmate, and even harder to find a confidant. Talking with you today was like seeing the light through the clouds, giving me a whole new understanding of the play 'Leifeng Pagoda.' I sincerely hope that we will have many opportunities to discuss the play together and share our insights in the future."
Cheng Yuntao hadn't expected that after just a few words, they had become close friends, but she still politely replied, "Of course, no problem. I've benefited a lot from communicating with Master Jing."
Jiang Yu, who was standing aside, couldn't help but mutter under his breath when he heard this: "Just chat once, and you're actually planning to do it again..." Although the voice was small, it was still caught by Jing Zimo.
Jing Zimo turned slightly to the side, and looked at Jiang Yu meaningfully. Then he looked at Cheng Yuntao and asked, "Excuse me, Miss Cheng, are you married?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yuntao's face flashed with surprise, and she looked a little dazed, but she still answered truthfully: "Never been married."
Jing Zimo then asked, "Is the young man next to you your brother?"
Cheng Yuntao shook her head and said, "No."
Hearing this answer, Jing Zimo showed a meaningful smile and said softly: "I understand."
These three simple words were like a fire, igniting Jiang Yu's already limited patience. He took two steps forward and asked in a harsh tone, "What do you mean by that?"
Seeing that something was not right, Cheng Yuntao hurriedly took two steps forward and stood between the two of them.
Jing Zimo didn't care about Jiang Yu's attitude. He bowed slightly and said goodbye to Cheng Yuntao: "Miss Cheng, I'll say goodbye today. When I go back, I plan to write a story about the White Snake being reborn and taking revenge on that heartless man Xu Xuan."
Cheng Yuntao was stunned and muttered to herself, it seems that rebirth literature has been flourishing since ancient times.
I am the White Snake. In my previous life, I was betrayed by a heartless lover, murdered by Fahai, and trapped beneath the Leifeng Pagoda, enduring endless loneliness. If I were to live again, I would...
After coming back to her senses, Cheng Yuntao complimented, "Then I'm really curious about what kind of ups and downs, unbridled joyful life the White Snake described by Master Jing will have."
"I will definitely live up to your expectations." Jing Zimo bowed and said goodbye, then turned and left.
Looking at Jing Zimo's departing back, Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of vigilance. When he came to his senses, he was shocked to realize that he had subconsciously held Cheng Yuntao in his arms since he didn't know when.
At this time, Cheng Yuntao was nestled in his arms, tilting her head back and looking at him jokingly, with a different light flashing in her lively eyes.
With the beauty in his arms, Jiang Yu felt that everything in the world had lost its color, his cheeks were burning hot, and after realizing that his actions were a bit abrupt, he hurriedly wanted to let go of her hand.
What Jiang Yu never expected was that the moment he let go of his hand, Cheng Yuntao took the initiative to put her arms around his waist. This sudden action made Jiang Yu's breathing become rapid.
"Are you jealous?"
In fact, Cheng Yuntao discovered a long time ago that Jiang Yu liked her, but he didn't take the initiative to say it, and she was embarrassed to mention it. But someone had to break this window paper, otherwise, with Jiang Yu's innocent nature, it was unknown how long she would have to wait for a breakthrough.
"Yes! I'm jealous!"
"Yun Tao, I...I am attracted to you."
Jiang Yu didn't know where the courage came from, but he stopped hiding it and said it out loud.
Cheng Yuntao was not as shy or angry as Jiang Yu had imagined. Instead, she looked him straight in the eyes and asked softly, "Since when?"
Perhaps the other person's emotions infected him, Jiang Yu's restless mood began to calm down gradually, and he began to think about this problem. Every bit of the past began to flash in his mind, and in the end, thousands of words turned into just one sentence.
"Probably... when I first met you."
As a knight-errant in the world, Jiang Yu has traveled to many places and formed brief bonds with all kinds of people.
At the edge of the desert, amidst a whirlwind of sand and the melodious sound of camel bells, Jiang Yu and a hearty tribal warrior sat by a campfire, drinking hearty bowls of wine and feasting on meat, reminiscing about the vastness and mysteries of the desert. When bandits attacked, they fought side by side, their swords wielding with a flash of cold light, sending the thieves fleeing in panic.
When the warrior decided to lead the tribe on a migration, seeking more lush pastures to protect the tribe's survival, Jiang Yu understood that this was his mission. Although reluctant to part with the friendship they had shared, he packed his bags, gazed at the endless sand dunes in the distance, and embarked on a new journey.
Atop a mountaintop, shrouded in mist and tranquility, Jiang Yu encountered a reclusive master obsessed with swordsmanship. He practiced swordplay daily on the cliffside, his sword shadows swirling, his movements graceful, and his sword power majestic. He generously imparted his insights into the art to Jiang Yu, and Jiang Yu accompanied him in his quest for rare ores in the mountains to forge his sword.
When the master decided to retreat and immerse himself in training, hoping to reach a higher level of swordsmanship, Jiang Yu understood his dedication to the sword. He stood atop the mountain for a long time, gazing at the surrounding peaks, before finally turning and descending the winding mountain road, heading towards an unknown adventure.
On the vast, turbulent sea, Jiang Yu met a young sailor with a dream of sailing. The sailor knew the currents and winds of every sea area and guided the ship during the voyage. On board, Jiang Yu, with his superior martial arts skills, repeatedly repelled pirates and protected the safety of the entire crew.
When the sailors joined an ocean-going fleet in order to explore the legendary mysterious island and pursue the unknown world, Jiang Yu stood on the shore, watching the ship go farther and farther away, and then boarded another ship that was about to set sail, heading into the depths of the sea to explore his own distant place.
Although Jiang Yu felt regretful every time they parted ways, the vastness and unknownness of the world always made it difficult for him to stop.
But all this changed unconsciously. Ever since he met Cheng Yuntao in the dilapidated temple that night, Jiang Yu rarely wanted to move forward. He wanted to stay and be with her.
It’s like his Wind-Breaking Sword, which encountered a scabbard that matched it, and its sharpness has been reduced since then.