It Turns out that I am Beautiful, Strong and Miserable [Quick Wear] - 144

 

ITOTIABSAM | The Immortal on Liuyun Mountain | 144

With all the memories of the original host, Song He, Gu Cong naturally knew how to dress and style his hair.

But as a chubby bird, he shouldn't know so much.

Last night, when he fell asleep cuddled up next to Xie Ye, it was late at night. Now, when he opened his eyes, it was already noon. The sky outside was still bright, and the shadow of the young man was cast diagonally on the door, casual, lazy, but he had never left, showing a rare patience.

"It seems you don't need help." Just before Gu Cong was about to speak, the shadow that had been watching him suddenly shrank, and Xie Ye stood up straight, saying lightly, "It's still early before the sun sets. Take your time getting dressed."

Suddenly, 1101, who had been offline for a long time, came back to life: "Playing cat and mouse! Such deep tactics!" This person clearly timed his teasing to play with the child. Isn't it tiring to lure and tease back and forth?

But then again, behind the various disguises like Star Grass, White Bird, and "Song He," it turned out to be Gu Cong. God knows how shocked it was when it saw a face so familiar that it couldn't be any more familiar, to the point of forgetting its gossiping nature.

1101 seemed to want to make up for all the things it hadn't said before, all at once: "So Gu Cong is still in this world? Time travel? Reincarnation? You've known each other for a long time? But wait, I didn't detect any fluctuations in his soul."

"And," thinking of the ending in the original work, it lowered its voice, "If Gu Cong is Song He, then will he... betray you?"

Sitting down casually in a shady spot, Xie Ye raised his fingertips and gently rubbed his temples. "The original work is the original work."

"I believe in him.” 

1101 replied, "Even if the ending is witnessed by your own eyes?" 

"Even if the ending is witnessed by my own eyes," Xie Ye confirmed.

"That's not like you at all," 1101 muttered to itself, but after a moment, it contradicted itself, "No, no, no, this actually is more like you.”

Utmost love, utmost desire.

Seems complicated, yet in reality, it's as simple as it can be.

With a hint of regret, it sighs: “I thought you would hold grudges, acting out those torturous love dramas spanning dozens of episodes.” 

After all, in the scattered scenes shared between Xie Ye's consciousness and his own, the supporting character, Song He — or rather, Gu Cong, indeed stabbed the host with a sword, causing him to bleed profusely.

A faint dizziness washes over Xie Ye, as he slightly closes his eyes, with a self-deprecating smile: “No way, just consider me as having a love-stricken brain.”

But 1101 understands that the other party is more sober than anyone else.

Because he remembers Gu Cong's goodness, remembers Gu Cong's nature, Xie Ye is willing and dares to question, a questioning that occurred early on, a destiny written in black and white.

"Hiss."

At the same time, Gu Cong is pulling his hair in the bedroom.

Just now, he confirmed through Xie Ye's eyes that this new body, although the face is his, has longer hair than modern times. Gu Cong originally intended to imitate the white bird's clumsiness when he first became human. Now, there's no need to imitate, it's completely natural.

【He didn't doubt anything at all?】Looking at the white bird peacefully sleeping in the flowerpot, 0028 was puzzled, feeling that this villain’s intelligence fluctuated unpredictably.

The example of a single body with two souls does exist, but it happened to a bird, and it just so happened to be his own pet bird. Yet, the other party accepted it so calmly.

"Perhaps it's not that he didn't doubt," completely giving up the crown in favor of a tie, Gu Cong said seriously, "but that he doesn't care."

Whether the white bird is a human or a bird, whether he's the original Song He or an outsider, and what schemes are behind him, the other party simply doesn't care.

In Xie Ye's eyes, the white bird is just the white bird.

This is the confidence brought by strength, and also because, in reality, Xie Ye is a very simple person.

0028, who caught the host's inner voice: Simple?

... Their understanding of simplicity may be biased.

Perhaps it's an illusion, as the hour grows late and the courtyard becomes quieter. As Gu Cong struggles to turn theory into practice, tidying himself up, Xie Ye and the system discussed has already hidden in the shade by the pond, leaning against the rocking chair with closed eyes, as if exhausted.

Xie Ye's skin is pale, even more so at this moment, almost blending with his clothes, like fresh snow on a mountaintop that melts under the sun. 

0028 didn’t see anything romantic qualities, bluntly stating, "Too much blood loss."

Last night, it was awake, and it knew exactly what happened in the cave. Without hitting an artery, repeated cuts couldn't be sustained, especially considering the concept of essence blood in the cultivation world.

Perhaps because of becoming a puppet, in the young man's relaxed state of mind, Gu Cong can easily see those almost transparent threads under the sunlight, scattered on the ground with Xie Ye as the center, weaving an invisible net, silently lurking, seeming to bind even the wind.

However, most of these puppet threads have no destination. They extend to the edges and break off at various lengths. Only one thread keeps moving forward, upward, and eventually lands on Gu Cong's right pinky finger.

This is the first time Gu Cong has seen the connection between himself and Xie Ye with his own eyes. Despite being separated by more than ten steps, it feels as if they are within arm's reach, distant yet intimate.

He had been at ease all along, but now he feels somewhat awkward, standing by the door without moving, afraid of waking the other person.

0028's rational comment: "You talk as if you've been very quiet just now."

If the connected threads could really make Xie Ye sense any movement of the puppet, then Gu Cong's attempts to put on clothes and tie his hair would never allow the other party to rest.

“Although I judge that he could still easily defeat a hundred of you with one hand," as the main plot progresses smoothly, 0028 winks one eye and says, "But if you're not confident, just go over there."

Standing pitifully in the distance, it seems somewhat pathetic, too pitiable.

Gu Cong is indeed worried about Xie Ye.

All his understanding of the cultivation world comes from the original text and from Song He. Those descriptions and emotions imposed on him are far less real than the time he has spent with Xie Ye recently.

"Swoosh." Just as he steps into Xie Ye's perilous 'territory,' without waiting for Gu Cong to follow the pre-planned route to bypass obstacles, the puppet threads around him part like the Red Sea, actively avoiding him. Once he passes, they close back together, becoming part of the web again.

It's as if their owner is completely defenseless against him, unconsciously welcoming him.

If this had happened a few moments ago, Gu Cong would certainly have been happy mixed with guilt, but now, he can't help but suspect that Xie Ye's true indulgence lies with someone else.

"Relax," 0028 says nonchalantly, "There's no such plot as 'White Moonlight.'"

Even if there were, it would only be Shen Qingshu, but there's no doubt that Gu Cong and Shen Qingshu, from head to toe, in temperament and character, bear no resemblance whatsoever.

As for Song He, it's even less likely.

"However," as the data flows and the most feasible solution is analyzed, 0028, without much principle, takes an unconventional approach, "Since the villain likes it, just continue being yourself in front of him."

Anyway, Xie Ye originally doesn't know what the real Song He looks like, so it's better to have a lower score than to be caught. 

—In the newbie world, OOC judgments will only be made when it involves the main plotline. It's quite obvious that one's new host isn't adept at acting, and it's only because of this that the other party has room to maneuver. 

Otherwise, with just one task completed by Gu Cong earning points, it's likely they'll all be deducted by the time of the final settlement.

Unsure of why the Quick Transmigration Bureau would choose him, but at this moment, Gu Cong's attention quickly shifts from the descending shade of the trees to Xie Ye.

Carefully, he halts his steps.

During his time as a white bird, relying on his ability to fly, Gu Cong has had many experiences looking down on Xie Ye, but none of them have left him with the same feeling as this one.

If he were to describe it, it would be like gradually breaking through layers of cold, hard ice, only to encounter something softer inside.

This softness doesn't contradict the young man's own strength; instead, it makes one want to cherish it even more, knowing full well of his power.

With fluttering eyelashes, the young man's hand hangs over the edge of the rocking chair. However, due to the excessively large cuffs of his sleeves, only a hint of pale fingertips is visible.

Quietly kneeling down, Gu Cong reaches out towards that snow-colored hand.

Xie Ye's artful camouflage is applied with skill, even in his slumber he remains vigilant. His knuckles are distinct, with faint bruises, resembling a work of art carved from sheep fat jade, only at the very top, there's a hint of soft pink showing through.

However, Gu Cong's hand encounters a tactile sensation completely opposite to what his eyes perceive.

Raised scabs and wounds crisscross, forming the most distinct contrast with the smoothness of the young man's skin elsewhere, creating the most abrupt boundary.

Untrustworthy as his gaze may be, Gu Cong can only slowly explore with his fingertips, delineating in his mind. The puppet threads that the young man usually has wrapped around his fingers are also tangled messily with him. Gu Cong suddenly feels curious about where his own thread, connected to him, is tied.

It's precisely at this moment that Xie Ye wakes up.

No matter how tired and assured he is of Gu Cong, he is ultimately not a dead person. Lazily, he closes his eyes and gathers his five fingers, catching hold of a mischievous hand.

"Sneak attack."

"Hmm?"

Gu Cong who was caught red-handed: ... 

Xie Ye was half awake, his voice was still horse, and he obviously didn’t use much force. He only held him weakly, but Gu Cong seemed to be tied up by silk threads, obediently staying put without pulling away.

Thinking on his feet, Gu Cong takes the initiative: "You lied to me."

Knowing he's in the wrong, Xie Ye remains composed on the surface, but his gaze locks onto Gu Cong's expression without a single mistake. Suddenly, Gu Cong sees the young man lift his eyes and look at him: "Lied?"

"Are you sure it's not just coaxing?"

Thud.

Thud, thud.

Despite being unsure if there's a heart inside his body made of wood and stone, in that moment, Gu Cong feels like it's completely out of control.

Xie Ye is very beautiful, a beauty that transcends gender limitations. Gu Cong knew that from the moment he first laid eyes on him. 

But in that moment, their positions with Xie Ye were reversed, their gazes met, overlapping, as if wanting to envelop each other entirely. That beauty, then, took on a different flavor.

A sudden impulse rises in Gu Cong's heart, stronger than when he argued with 0028. He blurts out: "I'm eighteen." He's not a child.

"Eighteen?" Catching onto a fleeting spark of inspiration in his mind, Xie Ye pretends not to understand the meaning, and turns the tables: "Not yet of age."

Gu Cong, whose plans have gone awry, falls silent:...

He was careless, forgetting that this was ancient times.

But the next moment, his attempts at salvaging the situation abruptly stop. With his sleeves hanging down, Xie Ye raises his intact right hand, tucking away a few stray strands of hair behind Gu Cong's ear naturally: "No wonder."

"Who would have thought," with phoenix-like eyes sparkling, he smiles, "that the favored puppet of the immortal Xie Ye would need to teach him to tie up his hair."

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