Miss Yun always seems full of sweet talk, but in reality, sheās quite clumsy.
"By the way, youāve eaten quite a bit, donāt eat any more." Xu Changāan looked at the plate with only a few pastries left.
"Iāll just watch the sunrise with you." Yun Qian said, handing Xu Changāan a half-eaten lotus seed cake obediently.
Xu Changāan took the cake and took a bite, sighing, "Miss canāt cultivate nowadays... donāt you feel anything?"
"I knew you were still thinking about it." Yun Qian wiped the grease off her hands and said, "I donāt feel anything."
"What do you think of cultivation?" Xu Changāan took advantage of Yun Qian being full, and her brain digesting the food, to ask her in a "sneak attack," showing that he truly wasnāt a good person.
"I read it in a book you wrote, it said life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor by the heavens..." Yun Qian thought for a moment and said, "Is cultivation about going against heaven?"
Going against heaven means going against the rules.
"Going against heaven? That word sounds so silly, I just casually copied some things in the past, it doesnāt represent my own thoughts." Xu Changāan said: "The teacher told me the path of immortality is arranged by heaven, the ability for a person to cultivate is bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, thereās no such thing as going against heaven."
"Isnāt cultivation about getting struck by lightning? If you go along with it, why would it strike with lightning." Yun Qian said, recalling the island where she and Xu Changāan lived, currently surrounded by heavenly lightning.
"I donāt understand it myself." Xu Changāan said: "However, cultivation itself is in accordance with the heavenly principles, not against them."
"In accordance with the heavenly principles." Yun Qian nodded and then said, "So you earlier said you wanted to return to Beisang City with me, is that following heavenly principles?"
"Thatās an excuse I made for my incompetence." Xu Changāan said calmly, "Miss canāt cultivate, if I canāt find a way to resolve this issue, I can only tell myself to give up cultivation with the words āWhat is destined will come, what is not destined cannot be forcedā."
Thatās the way out he found for himself.
Xu Changāan considers his advantage to be that he rarely deceives himself, his daily introspection allows him to clearly recognize his "incompetence" and "lack of promise," so he can choose the path most suitable for Yun Qian.
"What is destined will come?" Yun Qian looked at Xu Changāanās previous wine cup and said, "I donāt like that statement, if thereās nothing, I still want it... just like how I wanted wine from you."
Xu Changāan didnāt allow her to drink, yet she still managed to take a sip.
"Such a trivial matter as drinking, how can it be compared to cultivation?" Xu Changāan felt quite helpless.
"To me, they are the same." Yun Qian said.
"A person with Missās disposition naturally doesnāt believe in fate." Xu Changāan shook his head.
"Iāve never thought about such things." Yun Qian asked puzzledly, "Fate...what is it? Is it the Heavenly Dao you always mention, that follows you around?"
"The Heavenly Dao is the Heavenly Dao, fate is fate."
"I donāt understand."
"The Heavenly Dao is something to be pursued, fate is something predetermined." Xu Changāan said.
"Thereās nothing predetermined in the world." Yun Qian looked at Xu Changāanās face as she spoke, and asked, "So, do you believe in fate?"
"A little." Xu Changāanās gaze was steady: "The fact that I could meet Miss... that is fate."
Believing in fate makes a person seem unpromising, Xu Changāan thought so too, but after pondering for a while, he realized something.
His fondness for the word "fate" was because fate brought him to Yun Qian.
Just because of this, it had nothing to do with whether he was a weak person.
Sigh.
He really liked Yun Qian.
If fate does exist, then it should allow him to meet Miss Yun in the next life and the life after that too.
So, he didnāt dislike fate.
"The Daoist often says āone drink and one peck, all is predeterminedā... the Buddhist sect also uses it to illustrate cause and destiny... perhaps, a personās fate is truly predestined by heaven." Xu Changāan took a sip of wine.
"One drink and one peck? Whatās that mean?" Yun Qian didnāt quite understand Xu Changāanās words.
Xu Changāan looked at the fruit plate that Yun Qian had eaten more than half of and her slightly bulging belly, covering his face: "It means every grain of rice a person eats is predestined."
"Could it really be?" Yun Qian thought for a moment: "In that case, I kind of like fate."
"Why?" Xu Changāan was startled.
"Fate controls how much I can eat." Yun Qianās eyelashes quivered.
What determined how much she could eat was "fate."
Xu Changāan made pastries for her, and once he felt she was full, he wouldnāt allow her to eat more.
Thinking about this... Xu Changāan had just taken away the unfinished lotus seed cake from her hand.
Yun Qian looked at Xu Changāan and said softly, "In that case, you are my fate, so naturally, I like it."
She never thought before that fate had such a meaning.
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Xu Changāan was dazed for a long time before regaining his senses, and he sighed lightly, "I truly admire Missās thought process."
"Isnāt there some sense to it?" Yun Qian thought that in the conventional sense, she shouldnāt be governed by fate, but if this fate got specific to Xu Changāan, then everything made sense.
"There is sense, I admit there is," Xu Changāanās face twitched, thinking to himself that he shouldnāt discuss such topics with Yun Qian, it was just asking for suffering.
However, after a conversation like thisā
Xu Changāan had a fondness for fate.
Yun Qian listened to fate even more.
You could say they gained a "common point," call it birds of a feather flock together.
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The night grew deeper.
The so-called boating to enjoy the scenery, ultimately it focused on people, so amidst Xu Changāan and Yun Qianās seemingly unprovoked various topics, time quietly slipped away.
No matter what kind of topic, there comes a time when youāre tired of talking.
Yun Qian held a warm pear juice, sipping slowly, and the fatigue between her brows became more apparent.
Xu Changāan noticed this, removed the small table in the cabin, and laid down some soft silk.
"Iām tired." Yun Qian yawned.
"Rest at home?" Xu Changāan asked.
"On your lap." Yun Qian thought he clearly already arranged the environment.
"Itās more comfortable at home."
"Iāll sleep sounder here."
"Thereās no helping it, then sleep, thereās still a few hours until sunrise." Xu Changāan said while looking at the moon directly above, "When day breaks, I will wake you up to watch the sunrise."
"Hmm." Yun Qian nodded, not in a hurry to enjoy any lap pillow, she leaned into Xu Changāanās embrace and calmly said, "Does this mean... I canāt escape fateās embrace?"
"Read less of my nonsensical writings." Xu Changāan was embarrassed.
"...Hmm." Yun Qian left Xu Changāanās embrace, staring blankly into his eyes.
There are indeed fated things in this world.
For instance, he was destined to meet her.
As for whether he was destined to leave, Yun Qian didnāt know, nor did she want to know, because she only cared about the things she wished to know.
Her nails left an imprint in her palm, her serene face showing a hint of paleness, which made Xu Changāan somewhat puzzled: "Miss, whatās wrong with you?"
"If this is destined, then fate does exist." Yun Qian took a sip of fruit juice, kneeling in front of Xu Changāan and leaned forward.
"?!"
Xu Changāanās eyes suddenly widened, his dark pupils flickering with a slight cloudiness in the cabin.
"..." He tasted a faint pear fragrance, the taste of the pear juice he personally prepared for Yun Qian.
A drizzle fell from the sky, scattering onto the lake, pattering down, shrouding the secret here.
Rain accompanied by moonlight.
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Before saying goodnight, Yun Qian had another knot in her heart that needed to be untied.
Separated for a long period.
Miss Yun breathed heavily, her eyes closed tightly, her head slightly raised, her eyelashes trembling gently.
Xu Changāan could no longer hear the rain outside the boat, for now, his mind was filled with a steady drumbeat-like heartbeat.
Yun Qian, catching her breath, earnestly asked Xu Changāan, "Am I a person with a stiff upper lip?"