The years I was in the human world

Chapter 155: Night Under the Lights

Lu Zhouxue left the cold palace and returned to Buzhou Mountain first. Half a year had passed in the Samsara Mirror, but it was only a short time in Buzhou Mountain. Xiao Jin, who was waiting there, saw him return and couldn't help but ask, "How is it? Have you seen Senior Sister?"

"No. I think I came to the wrong time and only met a girl with a tragic fate." Lu Zhouxue shook his head.

"How could this be? The Samsara Mirror tracks the soul, so it shouldn't be wrong." Hearing this, Xiao Jin couldn't help but feel surprised. "But I can't say for sure. This thing was originally in Xiao Ling's hands, and he used it too much. Maybe something went wrong."

"Really?" Lu Zhouxue was stunned, and then he remembered the familiar feeling he felt from Su Qing from time to time in the cold palace. He shook his head, thinking it was just an illusion. If Su Qing was really Xiao Fengzhuo, he didn't dare to think about how painful it would be for the young man who lost his mother on his birthday.

Lu Zhouxue was about to enter the Samsara Mirror again, but before he could leave, Xiao Jin suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Lu Zhouxue couldn't help but glance sideways in confusion.

"Using this thing will consume your essence." Xiao Jin pointed to the round mirror in his hand and explained, "You should be aware that your realm has dropped a lot compared to before. If you find your senior sister, you can find out what you want to know at once, so as not to waste your essence in vain."

"Yeah, I understand." Lu Zhouxue remembered that when he was in the human world, Xiao Yueheng's face became haggard in just a hundred years. Thinking about what Xiao Jin said, he nodded to show that he understood.

Once again entering the Samsara Mirror, the golden light of the law that lingers all year round in Mount Buzhou gradually fades away, and the surroundings suddenly become dark. Then, lights light up from far to near, gradually connecting into a brilliantly lit human market. Lights flicker in thousands of homes, and there are singing and dancing in pavilions and towers. Carriages and horses pass by noisily on the long street, mixed with the voices of pedestrians talking. The lights are the brightest on the farthest tower, and the eaves are covered with glazed tiles. That is the imperial city.

Lu Zhouxue was caught off guard and accidentally entered the human world. Before he could figure out which court of the human world he was in, he saw a handsome young man in the dim light. The passers-by who passed by all had devil masks on their faces, but that young man was the only one standing there with bright eyes and white teeth, holding a palace lantern in his hand.

His clothes were as white as the moonlight in the courtyard, with a layer of silver-white smock falling outside. The breeze brushed across his sleeves like flowing clouds and snow, with even clearer breeze and brighter moon than that of Lu Zhouxue, the immortal who had entered the world. The young man stood by the river as tall and straight as a pine or cypress, staring at the crowd quietly with his brows and eyes.

Suddenly, the evening breeze blew up a page of paper money that had not yet burned out, rolling on the ground and finally falling at the feet of the young man. He lowered his head as if he felt something, gently picked up the half page of paper money, and relit it with the candle in the palace lantern, then threw the burning paper money into the moat.

When the young man walked out of the shadows, the bright light fell on his face, allowing Lu Zhouxue to see clearly his left and right eyes, which were different from each other - his appearance was not similar to Jiuyi's portrait, but closer to Xiao Fengzhuo's appearance when he appeared in Buzhou Mountain. Perhaps this was his real face.

"Xiao Fengzhuo!" Lu Zhouxue shouted loudly across the crowd. His voice was quite loud, but it was unknown what day it was and the streets were bustling. His shouting did not attract the attention of others, who just thought he was another unlucky guy who was too engrossed in playing and got separated from his friends.

The young man must have heard Lu Zhouxue's call, but he did not respond, as if he was not being called. He turned around with the palace lantern and was about to walk to the next busy street corner. Seeing this, Lu Zhouxue no longer cared about the demeanor of an immortal king, and quickly pushed through the crowd to follow him.

The young man's handsome figure was just in front of him. Lu Zhouxue was about to step forward and call him. Just as she stretched out her hand, she suddenly realized that this was the young Ah Zhuo. It was the first time she saw him. His face... Lu Zhouxue touched his own face, which was half covered with scars, hesitantly. For the first time, she felt timid because of her ugly appearance.

Out of a pious and nervous mood to see his beloved, Lu Zhouxue used his spiritual power to change into the beautiful face that Xiao Yueheng had drawn for him. Then, he calmed down and caught up with the young man, gently touching the latter's arm holding the lantern: "A Zhuo."

The young man was caught off guard when his arm was grabbed. He was stunned and subconsciously looked at the person who grabbed him. When he turned his head, he saw a face that looked like a banished immortal. The skin was as white as snow, the eyebrows and eyes were like a pool of rippling autumn water, and the rouge-like lips seemed to be full of spring colors.

Needless to say, this is an extremely beautiful face, better than all the beauties in the imperial capital, the young man thought unconsciously, then calmly pulled out his arm, stepped back half a step, moved his doubtful eyes, and asked politely: "Sir, are you calling me?"

Different from the enthusiasm when they first met, the young Xiao Fengzhuo was unexpectedly cold and distant. Lu Zhouxue froze where he was. He looked at his lover's eyes that looked at him as completely unfamiliar, and was at a loss for a moment. He had never been a smooth-talking person. On the contrary, he was not very good at interacting with others.

"...Azhuo, do you, do you recognize me?" Xiao Fengzhuo did not respond to his own name. This caught Lu Zhouxue off guard. He blinked in confusion and fell into a brainstorm. His thoughts were in a mess and he didn't know how to start. But keeping silent was not a good idea, so he could only squeeze out such a confusing sentence dryly.

"Should I... recognize you?" The young man named Lu Zhouxue was speechless with this question. He smiled helplessly, but still politely gave the latter a way out. "Young master, you are from another place, right? There are many princes and sons in the capital. Young master may have recognized the wrong person--"

"I haven't admitted my mistake, and I won't admit it." Lu Zhouxue said firmly after hearing the young man say this. Looking at the young man's aloof attitude a few steps away, he was actually amused by anger. They had already been in a frank relationship, so he might as well not care about the gentlemanly etiquette. Xiao Fengzhuo had agreed to marry him anyway.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhouxue did not hesitate any longer. He simply took a few steps forward, opened his arms and hugged the young man tightly. The latter looked slender, but was actually quite tall. The muscles under his clothes concealed endless strength, and he had already begun to take on the outline of a man.

"I'm here to find you." Lu Zhouxue hugged the boy as if he was being embraced, but the next moment, he was gently pushed away by the boy, and the latter said coldly: "But I don't know you, and there is no 'Zhuo' in your name. Sir, respect yourself."

Lu Zhouxue looked at the boy in disbelief. He pointed at himself and said, "You want me to respect myself?"

The boy's reaction was calm throughout. Seeing Lu Zhouxue's shock, he tilted his head in confusion, as if silently asking, "Isn't it?"

Lu Zhouxue: “…” For some reason, he suddenly remembered that when he just woke up, Xiao Fengzhuo had been pestering him under the identity of “Lu Xiaoxiao”. Until this moment, Lu Zhouxue realized that the guy was really shameless, and now, he obviously had to learn from him.

"What if I don't?" Lu Zhouxue took a step forward and approached the boy, staring at him intently, giving people a feeling as if he was deeply loved. The boy was in a trance for a moment, thinking it was just his own illusion. He didn't expect that the person in front of him truly loved him and was even willing to give up his long-cherished ideal.

"You--" The boy was not afraid of him. When he saw him approaching, he just frowned slightly, as if he felt a little tricky.

"Me what?" Lu Zhouxue asked, remembering what Xiao Fengzhuo said, that he looked good when he smiled, so she smiled as well, looking at the young man with a charming look in her eyes, and raising her hand to grab the latter's arm again, a light green silk handkerchief fell out of her sleeve, and the kapok flowers on it flashed in the young man's eyes, and then were put back into Lu Zhouxue's sleeve along with the silk handkerchief.

"That was a handkerchief embroidered by a girl, right?" The young man's mind was moved, but he remained calm and said, "Since you have a girl's heart, why do you still want to get entangled with me? Your homosexuality is not elegant at all."

"So the gift is to thank the friendship between master and disciple, and has nothing to do with love between man and woman." Lu Zhouxue carefully put away the handkerchief Su Qing gave him, while responding to the young man's words, "The habit of homosexuality is not tolerated by the world, but if two people love each other, what's wrong with that?"