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The cauldron was filled with oil, and a thin wisp of smoke rose calmly from its surface.
I knew the oil was already heated to a high temperature.
At this moment, I had gradually mastered the essence of using the Ancient Stove, and my fire control skills were improving. As the oil in the pot heated up, I quickly adjusted the heat, slowly lowering the temperature.
On the cutting board lay the prepared Oily Dough. I kneaded the dough into long strips, cutting them into short pieces with a knife. Then, I stacked two pieces on top of each other, slightly elongated them, and gently slid them into the hot oil.
The strips rapidly expanded several times in the hot oil with a sizzling sound, gradually taking on a light golden hue.
My idol, Nie Qiuyuan, stood nearby, silently observing me with a cool demeanor.
"What is this?" he finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked.
"Breakfast."
"Yes, I know it's breakfast. But I've never seen this before. What kind of food is it? What's it called?"
"This is called..." I thought seriously for a moment, "Hmm, it's called Deep-Fried Ren Pingsheng!"
I tugged at the oily dough in my hand and realized it was actually two twisted strips. So I added, "Deep-Fried Ren Pingsheng and Deep-Fried Ruo Chan Juan!"
Nie Qiuyuan frowned in distress. "With you saying that, I don't even want to eat it anymore!"
Today was the day Nie Qiuyuan took me to the suburbs to investigate a case. The story behind going to the suburbs for this case was quite lengthy. In fact, it all started yesterday morning when the county office received a report about a murder that occurred in a remote Village. Nie Qiuyuan immediately dispatched Lin Jiu and his team to the scene.
Nie Qiuyuan glanced at the brief report and frowned.
"This case is quite difficult to handle. I need to prepare a bit and will head over there today," Nie Qiuyuan said seriously to Luo Dachun and Wang Jinzhi. "However, given the situation, I think it’s necessary for Liuying to accompany me. She has a knack for spotting issues in poisoning cases."
Luo Dachun nodded in agreement, concern evident on his face. "Then, Liuying, it’s going to be tough for you. Make sure to take care of yourself and don’t overexert."
As I took a look at the report, I was taken aback, an overwhelming sense of excitement surging through me!
The report read: "West River Township Poisoning Case"!
The West River Township Poisoning Case was an important case I had read about in Nie Qiuyuan's biography. Besides being amazed by his brilliant investigative reasoning, what struck me more was that this young handsome man had developed a complete set of theories on poisoning case investigations in such an ancient era. His theories were surprisingly on par with the content in my detective studies textbook, leaving me in awe.
Could I really witness the investigation process of the West River Township Poisoning Case firsthand?
Moreover, it was Nie Qiuyuan who suggested bringing me along, which meant he would be the lead investigator. Was the biography that captivated me truly about him?
So, the man I fell for in the twenty-first century was indeed him?
My heart raced.
If it was him... Oh my God, he was smiling at me, utterly charming! This incredibly handsome man had just confessed his feelings to me not long ago. We had started to date, albeit secretly.
I quickly packed my essentials and waited for Qiu to take me away. However, he was unusually slow today, taking until evening to come find me. Seriously, riding to Xihe Township should only take two or three hours; now we were setting off so late that it would soon be dark.
We set off with five or six constables. Once we exited the gates of Yichuan County, Nie Qiuyuan suddenly turned serious and instructed the constables, "You all need to travel overnight and head out first to meet up with Lin Jiu and the others. Today is a crucial stage for verification; go see if there’s anything you can assist with. We’ll catch up shortly."
Then Nie Qiuyuan led me to a quiet village outside the city and found a peasant family where we could stay overnight.
"What’s the rush? If we knew it would get dark and we’d need to find lodging, why didn’t we just leave tomorrow morning?" I said as we sat in the courtyard leaning against a haystack, feeling both amused and exasperated.
"The case will be handled well by Lin Jiu. As long as he arrives tomorrow morning, just listening to his report will be enough," the cunning male deity said with a smile.
"Then what are you doing?"
As soon as I asked, I suddenly realized something, and my face couldn't help but feel a bit warm.
It's just the two of us now, isn't it?
"I've passed through this village a few times before and stayed here at night. The stars are beautiful when it's clear," Nie Qiuyuan said with a smile.
I looked up, and in the ancient world without city lights, the stars truly sparkled like jewels, creating a picture of beauty that was beyond imagination.
How romantic. But then, I suddenly felt human fingers quietly and gently creeping up my shoulder from behind, tickling as they climbed higher, tentatively at first, then boldly wrapping around me.
Ah, you sly rascal, taking advantage of me again!
Hehe.
I didn't sleep well that night because I had squeezed in with the women from the village all night, so I woke up early. The villagers were really hardworking; they had already gone out to the fields at dawn. I borrowed a stove and some ingredients from them, planning to make breakfast.
At that moment, I suddenly craved Deep-Fried Dough Sticks.
At the breakfast shop, I ordered a bowl of soy milk, added a generous spoonful of sugar, and then tore the freshly fried Deep-Fried Dough Sticks into pieces, tossing them into the soy milk for a brief soak before using chopsticks to fish them out and pop them into my mouth. The Deep-Fried Dough Sticks were golden and crispy; with one bite, sweet soy milk burst out from inside, filling my mouth. Filling a morning with such food felt divine.
However, according to history, Deep-Fried Dough Sticks only appeared during the Song Dynasty. After the Fengbo Pavilion Incident, the people were so angry that they took dough as if it were Qin Hui and the Wang Couple and fried it in oil. By accident, they invented this delicious remedy for their grievances. But now it is still the Tang Dynasty; there is no Qin Hui to fry yet.
So I decided to name my version of Deep-Fried Dough Sticks "Deep-Fried Ren Pingsheng."
"I won't be unable to eat," I reassured the distressed god, "the taste is absolutely top-notch!"
"Even though you're frying him, I still don't want you to mention him, that is... to think of him."
Oh? I raised an eyebrow. Is he... jealous?!
Honestly, what’s there to be jealous about with the rogue Ren Pingsheng? If he wants to be jealous, he should be jealous of Night Phantom instead. Yet, a sense of unease crept into my heart because every moment spent beside Qiu made me sink deeper into his beauty.
If this continues, I might completely surrender. Although, thinking about it shyly, that doesn't seem so bad after all.
I twisted the dough in my hands when the now drastically changed god said, "Well, if you don't want to think of Ren Pingsheng right now, do you want to think of yourself? Should we fry Nie Qiuyuan instead?"
Qiu chuckled and reached out to grab my wrist.
As a result, the dough representing Nie Qiuyuan slipped from my grasp and fell into the oil pot with a splash, instantly puffing up into a golden Deep-Fried Dough Stick.
Along with it came a splash of hot oil that accurately hit my hand, causing me to scream in pain.
The god was startled and quickly grabbed me, pressing my hand into the nearby basin of water.
The cold well water touched the burn, making me gasp in pain. After a while, the throbbing began to subside, and I finally had the mood to appreciate his quick thinking and correct handling of the situation.
However, when our eyes met, I was taken aback; those beautiful eyes held so much concern that it nearly intoxicated me.
"Oh dear, it's just a little burn. It's not a big deal," I stammered out a comforting remark after a moment of daze.
He shook his head.
"I don't know either. Seeing you in pain brings about this kind of feeling in my heart."
These words suddenly pierced through my defenses, causing a tumult of emotions within me. Hmm, I also don't know if this feeling can be called happiness.
I found myself immersed in this gentle atmosphere, so much so that I didn't even notice how we had inexplicably become entangled in a kiss. By the time I realized it, I was already unable to pull away.
"Nie Qiuyuan" was completely forgotten in the frying pan, turning into a charred piece of coal.
The plain porridge and "Deep-Fried Ren Pingsheng" filled us with positive energy, and we pressed on to the scene of the incident in Xihe Township. I felt a surge of excitement: soon I would witness the history that captivated my heart!
We first arrived at the village chief's home, where Lin Jiu was already waiting for us. He had always been reliable in his work, though somewhat inexperienced in conversation. However, after training with Nie Qiuyuan for a year, he appeared more composed. He brought forth a neatly organized stack of materials and began to recount the poisoning case that had occurred in Xihe Township.
With an excited heart, I listened intently, but the more I heard, the more puzzled I became.
From what I gathered about this case during Nie Qiuyuan's lifetime, it unfolded as follows:
The victim was a man named Wang Wu, and the murderer was Zhao Liu from the same village. Zhao Liu had an affair with Wang Wu's wife; wanting to be together long-term, Zhao Liu poisoned Wang Wu. The method of poisoning involved using a needle dipped in a deadly toxin to pierce newly bought pastries, which were then left at home. After Zhao Liu mistakenly consumed them, he succumbed to the poison. Nie Qiuyuan should have not only identified the poison at first glance but also keenly noticed the remaining pastries at home, concluding that the murderer must be someone who could place those pastries there—someone closely connected to Wang Wu's wife.
"Sir, I have dissected Wang Wu's body as you instructed and opened his stomach as well. Using the kind of reagent you developed, there was no reaction for poison in his gastrointestinal tract. Yet it appears to be a case of poisoning. It's baffling; we can't find any method of poisoning," Lin Jiu said, his face flushed.
What?! No poison in the gastrointestinal tract? If he died from eating pastries, how could there be no poison? This contradicts what I understood!
"Was there... nothing left over from the pastries?" I asked tentatively.
Lin Jiu replied, "No, there were no edible items left."
Nothing...
"Oh?" Nie God raised his head, looking at me with interest. "What made you think of snacks?"
"I, I, I!!!... Actually, I've been thinking about how to investigate this poisoning case. I just feel that using a needle to inject poison into snacks and placing them where he can easily reach is a pretty good method of murder..." I stammered, struggling to articulate my thoughts.
"Well, I'll consider that next time, but this time, there are no snacks." Qiu turned away and winked at me with a grin.
No snacks! The plot had already deviated from my script. I felt a bit lost, as if I had suddenly lost my direction.
"Let's go see the body," Nie Qiuyuan said seriously.
The body had already been dissected and stitched back together. I was astonished by Lin Jiu's rapid improvement in skills. He had been taught directly by Nie Qiuyuan, and Qiu had been researching dissection and examination on her own. After my exposure, I had also provided Brother Jiu with quite a bit of information privately. Judging by the cleanliness of the body at the scene, his skills were indeed quite impressive.
Nie Qiuyuan took out a pair of silver gloves and put them on. They looked exactly like the ones Ren Pingsheng had worn, so I guessed they might be protective gear from Mirror Gate. He flipped open the eyelids and lips of the corpse to examine its features, then inspected the entire body. Suddenly, his expression changed for the worse.
"There’s a slight bruise on the back of the deceased's head; it seems they were knocked unconscious before being poisoned. Liuying, you should step back!"
What? Do these two statements even connect? And what does it mean for me to step back now?
This male corpse was laid bare before me; every part of its body was in full view—could there be anything more unsightly?
"Step back, now!" The male god's expression turned annoyed. "Lin Jiu, take her outside and keep an eye on her; don’t let her come back!"
I had no choice but to follow Lin Jiu outside. As soon as we stepped out, I immediately said to him, "Brother Jiu, don’t you want to know what’s going on?"
Lin Jiu quickly nodded. "I do!"
So we both turned around and immediately poked two holes in the paper covering the window.
What I saw left me utterly petrified. I felt as if the petrified version of myself was being shattered into fine dust, drifting aimlessly in the wind.
I watched as Nie Qiuyuan turned the corpse over, its back facing up. Then, he extended his finger and inserted it into a specific part of the body, extracting a half-melted pill.
For a long time afterward, I regretted having poked a hole in the window because the image of my handsome idol extracting the pill from that part of the human body lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. It caused me to laugh uncontrollably several times when he attempted to offer me a sweet kiss.
Nie Qiuyuan's actions were indeed professional. Criminals have various methods of introducing substances into the human body; aside from the most common oral ingestion and modern injections, poisons can also enter through the respiratory tract, skin, anus, or vagina. Therefore, performing a rectal examination is quite normal.
However, I could accept anyone else doing this, but seeing my idol, with his elegant demeanor, perform such an act was truly disillusioning.
Could it be that Wang Wu was poisoned using such an odd method? What about more sophisticated ways to administer poison?
Is it possible that the methods for solving cases differ from what I know—tracing the source of the poison, gathering testimonies, delving deeper, and breaking down the criminal's psychological defenses?
In a daze, I was led out of the morgue and somehow found myself walking along a country road. Ahead of me was Lin Jiu leading a group of constables chattering away while Nie Qiuyuan accompanied me from behind. From what I gathered from their conversation, it seemed they were about to disperse to gather testimonies from villagers to see who might have had a grudge against Wang Wu.
As far as I knew, the murderer should be Zhao Liu! Although the deceased was indeed Wang Wu, now that the manner of death had changed completely, could Zhao Liu still be considered the murderer? How would we investigate this now?
There was nothing I could do but watch and wait.
The heat was intense as noon approached; after walking for a while, I felt like I couldn't go on. Wearing this long robe in ancient times without being allowed to wear short sleeves or skirts was truly torturous in summer! Unconsciously, I loosened a few buttons at my collar and shook my shirt with my hand.
A cool breeze flowed in through the collar, brushing against my body and bringing a refreshing sensation—ah, bliss!
Just as I was about to shake my pant legs again, I suddenly heard what seemed like a very faint sound of someone swallowing. Oh? Is there something delicious nearby? It would be perfect if it were watermelon chilled in well water—that would really quench my thirst!
Thinking of this made me swallow hard. I looked up and saw nothing—where could any fruit possibly come from in this place with no village in sight and no shop around?
The vast fields of Sorghum appeared along the country dirt road.
Wow, Sorghum—this is something familiar in modern times. My grandfather and My Grandma toiled in the embrace of Sorghum, weaving a life story that resonates deeply. I could almost hear the melody of that theme song, "When the Sorghum Ripes, It Turns Red"...
The sight of such large-scale Sorghum fields was truly breathtaking. The plants towered over me; if I were to venture inside, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to find me.
Before I could ponder further, I suddenly felt someone cover my mouth and nose, and then I was hoisted up by some unknown skilled individual, dragged directly into the dense Sorghum field.
I wasn't nervous at all. Could anyone really drag me into a Sorghum field like this in front of Nie Qiuyuan? Who else could it be but Lord Nie himself?
I looked up and, sure enough, it was my idol carrying me. So, I began to squirm and made muffled sounds.
"Weren't you warned before? In situations like this, it's best not to move around; otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences!"
I stopped moving. Wasn't that Night Phantom's voice? You two really are good friends; your lewd thoughts are perfectly in sync!
"In front of so many people, you unbuttoned your clothes like that—what are you trying to imply?" My idol's voice was low and filled with resentment, slightly hoarse. "I'm quite thirsty right now; you’re responsible for quenching my thirst!"
Wait! The man holding me spoke in suggestive tones while dragging me deeper into the Sorghum field—what on earth was going on?
Are we not supposed to be on official business here?!
Suddenly, my idol stopped, stepped on a patch of Sorghum, and tossed me onto the stalks. I fell into the field, panic-stricken as I looked at the culprit.
This... surely he wasn't planning to take things further in a place like this!
He leaned down towards me, and I watched in alarm as he got closer. Just as he was about to embrace me, before I could even scream, we heard a strange sound coming from not far away.
We both froze in place. After listening for a while, we simultaneously turned to stone, and then, without any prior agreement, our faces flushed all the way to our necks.
The voices, both male and female, rose and fell, sounding like the perfect dubbing for a romantic film!
"My dear, now that Wang Wu has met his end, we can finally be a proper couple without sneaking around anymore!"
"Brother Six, Brother Six, don't be so impatient, take it easy! (Ah~~ Azure Moth~~), I'm so scared; what if Official Authorities..."
"What are you afraid of? With the way we poisoned him, what could Official Authorities possibly find out? Just insist that the scoundrel Wang Wu had been ill for months..."
I felt a wave of disbelief wash over me.
It seemed we had inadvertently stumbled upon the culprits, and these two were carelessly revealing everything!
Could it be that the West River Township Poisoning Case was solved like this?!
My companion sighed deeply, pressed his hand to his forehead, and closed his eyes in pain for over ten seconds. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, pinched my cheek, and said, "You owe me one; I'll remember this!"
With that, he deftly pulled me up and turned to walk toward the source of the voices.
"Yichuan Constable!" Nie Qiuyuan brandished his shiny badge at the two entangled figures on the ground. "We heard everything you two just said loud and clear!"
The two people on the ground were instantly dumbfounded.
My companion scolded them angrily, "A man and a woman sneaking into this sorghum field—it's obvious you're up to no good..."
I felt another wave of disbelief; I couldn't bear to listen any longer.
"If you think that way, then what do you mean by dragging me into this sorghum field?!"
Suddenly, Brother Six realized his current predicament. With a swift motion, he jumped up and dashed into the sorghum field.
"Where do you think you're running?!" My instinct kicked in, and I took off after him, leaving the stunned Nie God behind.
I summoned the integrity and tenacity expected of a Police Flower and closely followed the man who was crazily running naked. After more than twenty minutes of relentless pursuit, I finally caught up to the criminal and tackled him from behind.
The commotion alerted the Constables ahead, who rushed over and restrained the naked man. Nie Qiuyuan also arrived with the female suspect, who was now dressed, discussing something with Lin Jiu.
It was only then that I began to feel exhausted. Running for over twenty minutes in this heat was quite taxing.
"You all go ahead and find a place to interrogate him. Liuying has twisted her ankle; I'll take a look at it."
Wait? She twisted her ankle? How come I didn't know about this?
But before I could express my surprise, Lin Jiu and the Constables had already taken the criminal away.
Nie Qiuyuan picked me up without a word and headed toward a secluded area in the woods.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" I protested, hitting him.
He chuckled, ignoring my protests, and carried me to the shade of a Willow Tree, setting me down so that I could lean against it.
"Stretch out your foot; let me see."
"No way! I didn't twist my ankle; you must be the one who did!"
"But you're tired from running, right?"
His gentle eyes and soft voice seemed to have a magical power that suddenly melted me away.
I leaned against the tree, slowly extending my legs. Blushing, I allowed him to sit across from me, removing my shoes and socks, resting my legs on his lap as he gently kneaded my ankles and calves with his soft fingers.
He found the right spots with precision, applying just the right amount of pressure; it felt incredibly comfortable, his technique rivaling that of a seasoned foot massage therapist.
Oh my gosh, what kind of luck do I have? My gentle boyfriend before me is not only drop-dead gorgeous but also possesses various skills. It truly makes me question whether I can handle such good fortune.
"Weren't you the one who came up with a method to investigate the Poisoning case? Care to share?" The look in his eyes was filled with a thirst for knowledge.
Huh? So that's what you want to hear! Sigh, history is such a mess right now; this should have been something you figured out on your own! What’s the point of me telling you?
"I'm not telling! What benefit do I get from sharing such high-level information?" I playfully kicked towards him.
He caught my foot in an instant.
"This time, there’s no benefit at all. If you don’t tell me, you’ll face some punishment." Nie Qiuyuan said, a hint of mischief appearing on his face.
Suddenly, I felt an unbearable tickle in the soles of my feet and couldn’t help but let out a sharp "Ah!" as I instinctively struggled.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that while one of his hands held my foot, the other was teasingly scratching the sole with a blade of grass.
As I squirmed and laughed maniacally, my mind was filled with confusion. What kind of bizarre situation is this? My dignified boyfriend is seriously engaged in this childish act of "tickling my feet"?
"Come on! Just confess! Otherwise, you'll suffer even more!" He wore a childish expression that matched his equally childish words.
I immediately surrendered.
"Okay, okay, I confess! Please spare me, Hero!" I cried out in desperation.
Hero chuckled lightly, tossed aside the straw he was holding, and began to gently knead my feet.
"Go on," he commanded softly.
"Well, regarding the Poisoning Case, the first thing we need to prove is that the person died from Poisoning and what kind of poison it was. You're the expert on this, right?"
The handsome guy nodded proudly.
"Alright, then for the Poisoning Case, the most important thing is to determine whether it was a case of poisoning by someone or if the victim committed suicide. This can often be quite difficult to judge."
Then, I recited a passage from my Criminal Investigation Studies textbook.
During a crime scene investigation, if any of the following conditions are found, it can generally be determined as poisoning rather than suicide:
- Residual Poison or containers that held Poison are found at the scene;
- Suspicious forged suicide notes are discovered;
- The body shows signs of violent harm or sexual assault, with unusual marks on the skin, or there are signs of dragging the body or other suspicious activities;
- The deceased had a stable mental state before death, lived a normal life without showing signs of pessimism or suicidal tendencies, and had no serious conflicts or hatred with others;
- Valuables in the deceased's home were stolen or destroyed, accompanied by the death of livestock or poultry.
The deceased had no known contact with poison during their lifetime, yet poison was found in the home, and its source was unknown.
A relative falsely reported the sudden death, the scene was cleaned up, and the body was buried and cremated, obstructing the autopsy.
The couple's relationship had deteriorated, or one party had a motive; however, just before the incident, their relationship suddenly improved, raising suspicions.
There were unusual phenomena at the scene, and the public expressed doubts about the cause of death.
There were signs of disguise or concealment present at the scene.
As I memorized these points, the handsome man nodded repeatedly, his face filled with excitement. Suddenly, I felt a moment of confusion. The investigation methods summarized by Nie Qiuyuan during the Tang Dynasty for poisoning cases seemed so similar to what I had read in my textbooks.
My confusion lasted only a moment because my idol kept asking me questions, and we fell into a deep discussion. His foot massage skills were so superb that I became immersed in it and inadvertently revealed everything.
Sigh, my investigation journey regarding the West River Township Poisoning Case was truly hard to evaluate! It was completely different from what I had grasped from historical materials! Was history playing tricks on me?!
Three days later, I noticed something strange.
Lin Jiu usually busied himself with cases at the county office. Whenever Han Meilan and I took care of household chores or went shopping, he would often come over with a shy expression to lend a hand. Perhaps he had gotten used to being pampered by us; it felt uncomfortable when he wasn’t around. However, since returning from Xihe Township three days ago, I hadn’t seen Lin Jiu’s shadow.
I felt puzzled and took some time to sneak over to Lin Jiu’s residence to figure out what he was secretly up to. To my surprise, I found Nie Qiuyuan in Lin Jiu’s room!
They were looking at a stack of papers and discussing something while gesturing. I only heard Nie Qiuyuan say, “Hmm, actually it’s almost done; just here… here, make some changes!”
What kind of secret underground activity were they engaged in? Normally, whether for official or personal matters, it would be Lin Jiu seeking out Nie Qiuyuan; why was it reversed this time?
I lurked nearby and waited until Nie Qiuyuan left. Then I casually grabbed a constable and asked him to call Lin Jiu because Han Meilan needed to speak with him about something.
Upon receiving the news, Lin Jiu paced around the room several times. I suddenly noticed that his face seemed a bit flushed. Oh my, did I inadvertently stumble upon something?
But that wasn't the main point. The main point was that after pacing, Lin Jiu hid the papers from the table into his wardrobe and hurriedly headed for the door.
Heh, did you forget? I had learned how to pick locks from Night Phantom for quite a while, specifically ancient locks!
I successfully sneaked into Lin Jiu's bedroom and pulled out the stack of papers from his wardrobe, eager to see what it contained. Once I looked, I was instantly petrified.
Lin Jiu had drafted a summary regarding the West River Township Poisoning Case, and this summary was completely inconsistent with the facts. It was written in a way that followed a certain rhythm, detailing how the illustrious detective Nie Qiuyuan arrived at Xihe Township, immediately deduced that the victim had been poisoned, and inferred from the scene that a needle had been used to inject poison into the pastry, leading to the victim's death. Furthermore, Detective Nie Qiuyuan summarized a set of methods for investigating poisoning cases that were entirely copied from my Criminal Investigation textbook—Classical Chinese version!
Staring at this impressive stack of summary materials, all I could do was sincerely exclaim: You’ve got to be kidding me!
What frustrated me the most was that the wording and phrasing in this summary were exactly identical to what I had read about Nie Qiuyuan's life concerning the West River Township Poisoning Case… exactly identical… exactly… identical…
I felt utterly unwell. After reading about Nie Qiuyuan during my youth and developing deep admiration for him, what on earth was this all about?
Could it be that I had fallen into an unfathomable trap laid by someone right from the very source of this incident? Was my journey in Tang Dynasty itself just a story of a fool walking into a net?
But it shouldn’t be! Nie Qiuyuan shouldn’t know that I came to Tang Dynasty because of him; he shouldn’t have had such a motive!
Could it be that all of this was fate?!
Oh my! From this moment on, I decided never to trust history again. Much later on, I would find it both amusing and bewildering that this history, which altered the trajectory of my life, somehow also bore my own contributions. Thus, history became even less trustworthy.
However, much later on, my lover held me tightly in his arms, his face radiating happiness. He gently whispered in my ear, "Does it really matter whether you believe in history? As long as we can embrace like this in this moment of reality, isn’t that enough?"
Yes, that embrace at that moment was truly beautiful, like a fairy tale!
So I decided that from now on, I would only believe in Fairy Tales.
***
In the end, I just want to add a note: if you calculate the time, this story really had no chance of happening. Because after Qiu confessed to Zhenzhen under Ren Pingsheng's pressure at Wanzi Mountain, he was immediately swept into the turmoil of the Ritual Incident. Following that, several major life events would occur, so such a tranquil time had no opportunity to exist. But why not believe that it truly existed in the crevices of time? After all, history often deceives us, so let us believe in Fairy Tales!
Lastly, I also want to add a thought: which came first, the chicken or the egg? This is truly a question... Dear readers, what do you think?
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