Maybe it was the tip and tail of a husband and wife connecting, and Wen Fengjin dreamed of the past again.
Wen Fengjin, dressed in red and with a cold and indifferent expression, watched as the small boy saw his father being executed. The former regent prince of the Northern Country, once worshipped as a deity by the people, ended up being falsely accused of collaborating with another country...
"Your Majesty, in your mercy, the son of the condemned is to be admitted to the Xuanfeng Academy, but his descendants are forbidden from being employed for three generations..."
An unfounded accusation, yet full of 'evidence', led to the condemnation of the regent prince's household by the hundreds of people. The storytellers in the taverns and tea houses were indignant, and the people who had once wanted to erect monuments in honor of his father now cursed him as a traitor.
The praise for the merciful ruler left a stain on the traitor's descendants.
Was it truly mercy, or was it malice?
To escort a four-year-old child to watch his entire family being beheaded?
What kind of mercy was it to send him to the talent-producing Xuanfeng Academy, only to be barred from employment for three generations, despite acquiring a wealth of knowledge?
With an indifferent gaze, Wen Fengjin looked at the four-year-old, watching his parents being executed, surrounded by cheering onlookers who then proceeded to hurl filth at him, leaving him to cry helplessly.
Subsequently, the spurned child was sent to the secluded Xuanfeng Academy in the mountains.
Talent-producing? On his first day, the four-year-old was called a child of a traitor and was forced by older children to dunk his head in a chamber pot, while a group of slightly older children clapped and laughed.
"Let him drink it! Hahaha, let him! Look at his eyes? How could someone have eyes like that?!"
"So he's the child of a traitor, hahaha..."
The young child spent six months like this. His bed was always soaked with water or other substances, his food was constantly knocked over, and the teachers punished him by sending him out of the classroom, leaving the small, dirty child to listen secretly at the wall while attempting to learn...
If caught, he would then receive a beating with a bamboo board...
With cascading black hair, Wen Fengjin watched the scene without any expression, not even a hint of anger in his eyes. The small child stumbled through life until he was seven years old. While foraging for wild fruits to stave off hunger in the mountains, he saw the headmaster and their senior disciple from the academy.
The senior disciple only glanced at the child once, as the disciples, including him, were educated in different places.
However, this senior disciple was as gentle as jade, with a youthful reputation of peerless virtue. He always smiled, and his pale blue robe and gauze veil resembled the mist surrounding the mountain slopes...
When he first saw him, the young Fengjin blushed for a long time.
He heard the headmaster say, "How did your plan go?"
The senior disciple, with a slight smile, said, "It's been three years. The child is lucky to still be alive. However, I have instructed the other children and the teachers. Teacher, rest assured, he won't improve, nor will he rise..."
Seeing this, Wen Fengjin gazed at the smiling oil lamp with a deep, disdainful look, while a faint, mocking smile appeared on his face.
Since then, the small Fengjin became ruthless and isolated. He no longer suffered in silence. He was like a crazed wild dog, retaliating with a vengeance!
Another year passed, and he encountered the 'gentlemanly, jade-like' senior disciple once more.
It was by a newly planted ginkgo tree. The senior disciple sat on a stone bench, smiling as he looked at the tree. When he turned around, he was taken aback by what he saw...
The wind blew, lifting his black hair and the light blue robe and gauze veil gently. A faint smile appeared on the handsome face, and his eyes were clean and clear. This time, he was not like the mountain mist, but like the wind after a refreshing rain.
Watching all this, Wen Fengjin's red brow and the coldness in his face and eyes disappeared, replaced by a sense of nostalgia as he lifted a hand, intending to touch that carefree young man...
The senior disciple said, "Little one, who are you..."
The boy clenched his fists, his eyes resembling those of a wolf cub. "You really don't know who I am?"
He hesitated for a moment, looking a bit embarrassed, and said, "Ah... haha, there are so many children in the academy, uh, isn't it normal for me to not remember? Let's start over. I'm called Oil Lamp. And you? What's your name..."
After speaking, he stood up and, under the wary gaze of the child, he bent down, and the fragrance of pine wood instantly filled the air. He placed his hand on the child's head, rubbing it with a gentle smile.
"I did hear them say that there is a child in the outer courtyard with very unusual eyes."
Wen Fengjin angrily pushed his hand away, then shielded his own eyes, but the next moment, he was pulled back as the person who had caused him three years of nightmares said, "Heterochromia..."
"Many powerful people in history have had something different from ordinary people."
"You, too, will definitely become a powerful person someday..."
Perhaps the sunlight that day was too dazzling, or the atmosphere was too pleasant, or maybe his smile was too gentle...
"Well, tell me your name again. I definitely won't forget this time."
Little Fengjin was stupefied for a long time, and the older Fengjin behind him smiled.
They said, "Senior Brother Oil Lamp, remember this, I'm called Wen Fengjin..."
From then on, a special person had fallen into the pitch-black abyss and, at the very bottom, discovered a child named Wen Fengjin, becoming an enduring light in his heart.
Someone lives in my heart.
He likes people who smile, so I often smile.
He likes kind-hearted people, so I'm good at disguise.
He likes strong people, so I put on armor.
He likes righteous people, so I shed my wolf skin and replaced it with the purity of a lamb.
But I was born to drink blood and eat meat, so I can only use lies to cover his eyes time and again, carefully taste the flavor of love, and draw warmth from him.
I never thought I was pitiful; I was very happy. I loved him, but one day the lies would shatter.
So, by any means necessary, even if I sullied the light, I would imprison it firmly within my heart.
The clear-headed wind scent turned to look at the person beside him, with fair skin that looked delicate and smooth, a smooth and plump forehead with a soft and delicate curve from the brow to the nose, and closed eyes covered by densely curled eyelashes.
The tender lips were tightly closed.
"It's another day in the mortal world, Dream Lamp."
In a panic when you opened your eyes and said your name was Wang Xiaomie, the clarity in your eyes was restored. At my request, when you softly called me Wind Scent, I knew.
You're back...
Wind scent gently lowered his head and held the person's lips, being cautious and delicate, as if holding a melting treasure, until the sleeping person was disturbed.
Wang Xiaomie grumpily opened his eyes.
"Hmm... What's wrong with you! Making trouble early in the morning!"
"Dream Lamp."
"Huh?"
"I suddenly want it."
"..."
Wang Xiaomie frowned: Want what? Want to die?
You darn old man, what are you thinking?
Unexpectedly, Wind Scent suddenly became clingy, different from his previous weirdness and gentle attitude, lowering his brows and rubbing against him, like a big cat trying to please its owner for the first time. Besides rubbing and getting close, he also didn't say a word but just tugged on his clothes.
Not even a 'meow'.
And no matter how you look at it, Wind Scent doesn't look like a big cat, but like a wild wolf!
Has a year passed every time I blink? How did this old man split into another personality again?!
And can't you see the air, old man? I was still giving you the silent treatment before falling asleep, do you know that?
Wang Xiaomie frantically tried to fix the clothes that Wind Scent had pulled open.
"Did I miss an episode, or did you fast-forward? Damn it, stop pulling! I know you're an animal who likes your senior Dream Lamp! I'm Wang Xiaomie! We otaku will never be slaves—If you keep this up, I'm going to yell!"
"Absolutely not a substitute!" With a 'swoosh,' Wang Xiaomie was stripped of his rice dumpling leaves, emitting the last bit of dignity of the rice dumpling world.
But it was no use...
The darn old rice dumpling split again at the drop of a hat, expressionless on the surface but with little stars in his eyes, concentrating on peeling off the rice dumpling leaves.
The moment he was bitten, Wang Xiaomie slapped Wind Scent in the face with a 'smack.'
His clothes in disarray, he was filled with anger, tightly clutching his fists!
"You big liar! You said you could accept me starting over, but in reality, you just want to see me yearning for your senior!"
"Wind Scent, think clearly about who I am!"
Wang Xiaomie didn't want to be melodramatic. He had made up his mind. If Wind Scent could accept this new version of himself, he would be willing to start over with him. But if the other party only sought the shadow of Dream Lamp through him, then no! They, as grown men, also had their dignity!
They'd rather starve than eat someone else's leftovers!
"Haha, hahaha..." Unexpectedly, Wind Scent started laughing slowly with his head tilted, his eyes shining with excitement. "The same, this slap is just like the one from years ago!"
"..."
It's over, this man is driving me crazy.
Wang Xiaomie swallowed hard, and the person on him suddenly turned gentle. His lips curled up, and his strange pupils were filled with densely packed love.
In Wang Xiaomie's chilling feeling, he lowered himself, and the two of them locked eyes. He said, "I don't like this body at all, but everything has changed since you came into this body."
"Since you are so conflicted and it has affected our previous interaction, I'll tell you, there's never been any past life and this life. I've always loved you..."
The sinister and unrestrained man abruptly pulled their gazes close together!
Wang Xiaomie looked at the man in surprise, a finger pressed against his chest.
Opening and closing his lips, he said.
"The person I loved a thousand years ago was named Wang Xiaomie."
"You call me a liar, but you are the worst liar!"
"..."
"What do you mean?"
"Heh."
Wind Scent pulled him up and opened the coffin, reaching over to grab the box by the pillow. In a blur, with a 'click,' Wang Xiaomie only saw their hair, a few small items, and two very old and messy books inside the box.
Wind Scent reached in and quickly closed the box, then handed the books to him.
"Take a look."
"This, this is..."
Wang Xiaomie took the books in a daze, feeling like they would shatter if he applied too much force.
When I turned to the first page and saw the words, Wang Xiaomie suddenly gasped! "This, this can't be possible!!!"