Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 42
The same dazzling man, Maple Snow Color, is like a light snow on a high mountain, a wisp of thin cloud on the horizon, noble, cold, and serene, with a touch of loneliness and a touch of sadness. When he smiles occasionally, it is like a rare flower blooming for the first time. Although the snow on his flower-like face has not yet melted, his eyes always reveal warmth.
This noble young man, though as gentle as water, as the spring breeze, as a beautiful rainbow after the rain, as the serene moon in the deep night, as the bright sunset hanging in the western sky before the arrival of summer night, is both beautiful and ethereal, yet he is very far away from people.
Zhu Huihui exclaimed "Ah!" inwardly, thinking to himself, "This guy is good-looking, but he's nothing like the old man. The old man's eyes are clear and bright; he laughs when he laughs and gets angry when he's angry. But this guy's eyes are misty and unpredictable. He may be smiling, but his eyes are clearly telling the other person, 'Stay away from me...'"
"Ahem, excuse me for disturbing you!" Zhu Huihui feigned refinement. "May I ask, young master, how far is Luomei Nunnery from here?"
The young man was slightly taken aback, and looked her up and down: "Luomei Nunnery?"
Based on Zhu Huihui's years of experience in petty theft, if someone looked at her like that, it meant she had aroused their suspicion. At that moment, even if she wanted to take the other person's things and run away immediately, she had to hold back and not do it. So she casually made up a lie: "I have a granddaughter who is a nun at Luomei Nunnery. She hasn't been home for several years. Now her mother is dying, and she asked me to find her to go home and see her mother one last time."
The young man was quite puzzled and asked, "Your granddaughter?"
“Yes! Don’t let my young age fool you, I’m a senior member of the family! My granddaughter’s hair is all white, but she still calls me ‘Grandma’ when she sees me!” Zhu Huihui blurted out. Even in her words, she insisted on not suffering any loss if she could avoid it.
"Is that so!" the young man laughed. "I didn't know which of the nuns in this temple is your granddaughter!"
"What?"
"Isn't that huge plaque above the mountain gate supposed to say 'Luomei Nunnery'?"
"Huh?" What a coincidence! Zhu Huihui awkwardly scratched his head. "I, cough, I didn't notice. This is my first time here too."
She couldn't help but wonder, this guy probably isn't a good person. A nunnery—what's a grown man like him doing here? Where are the nuns? Oh dear, maybe the nuns here aren't good people either! In the past, when I listened to storytellers on the street, they often talked about shameless nuns who would seduce strong, handsome men and then keep them locked up in the temple, not letting them go home—whenever the storyteller got to this part, the audience would chuckle...
As soon as she had a wicked thought, her eyes started darting around. The young man watched her, then suddenly smiled and said, "I'll take you to see your granddaughter."
"No need! The nuns are probably having lunch now. I'll come back later." Since she'd already found the place, it was more important to inform the old man; she didn't want to cause any more trouble! She turned and walked out.
The young man flicked his folding fan and blocked her way, saying with a faint smile, "Why don't you say hello before you leave?"
"Let's forget about it!" Zhu Huihui walked past him and headed to the other side.
The young master gently shook his folding fan, spun around on his heel, and without making any visible movement, stood in front of Zhu Huihui again.
Zhu Huihui changed direction again, but the young master turned around slightly and still blocked her way.
Zhu Huihui was furious. She was very familiar with this way of stopping people! She cursed inwardly: Bah! You've met an expert! Back in the day, I used this trick on the street to scare countless women into screaming and running around in panic. Hmph! You're nowhere near as good as me!
She reached out to push his arm, but it wouldn't budge. She pushed harder, but his arms remained in front of her, not moving an inch.
Zhu Huihui had been following Feng Xuese around for days, and had gained a lot of experience. Seeing this scene, he immediately knew something was wrong. He was unlucky; he had indeed run into an expert again. But then again, in front of someone like him who didn't know any martial arts, someone who knew a few moves could be considered an expert...
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Fourteen (1)
She suddenly remembered what Feng Xuese had told her before she left: Be careful! If a dog bites you, run using the method your mother and I taught you.
What did Mom teach him again? "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, Five Qi Converging at the Origin"? No, no, Grandpa was referring to—something about lightness and hatred, a kind of light-body technique. Using the breathing and energy-regulating methods he taught me, I can indeed run much faster than before; even a dog can't catch me—this kid over there is practically missing two legs…
While her thoughts wandered aimlessly, she gathered her inner energy and placed both hands on the young master's arms. Her small, fair hands, with tiny dimples on the backs and pale pink nails, looked quite beautiful against his light apricot-colored clothes.
The young man looked at her with a smile, waiting for her to push him.
Zhu Huihui sneered at him, "Consider yourself lucky. I'm being forced by the old man to wash my hands and face clean every day. Otherwise, hmph, I'd turn you into a crow!"
She was filled with resentment at being forced to wash every day by Feng Xuese. Whether she washed or not was none of her mother's business, so why was he interfering? Before, she only needed to sit where he couldn't see her with her rice bowl, but now he wouldn't give her food if she didn't wash herself properly. The old man was getting more and more ruthless. He not only wanted to cut off her legs and head, but also wanted to starve her to death or make her die from washing herself to death... In short, she was extremely unlucky.
She tried pushing and pushing but couldn't budge him. Zhu Huihui wasn't stupid enough to use the same method again. She paused for a moment on the young master's arm, then moved her hands up his arm, gently pinching his shoulder. Her devilish hands slid down his shoulder and gave his chest a hard pinch.
Touch, pinch, and squeeze – these are Zhu Huihui's three ultimate moves for harassing women on the street. They've been honed through countless trials, and when combined with the ultimate technique of scratching an underarm, she's practically invincible. While this move is effective against women, it's equally deadly to a young nobleman who's never seen a street thug before. At first, he didn't understand, but then he realized he'd been teased by this girl. The gentle smile on his face was replaced by a look of shock and anger. He grabbed her arm, twisted it, and with a "crack," dislocated both of her arm joints.
Zhu Huihui felt a sharp pain in her arm, but she didn't dare to be careless. She pushed off with her feet and "whoosh" darted out the door, actually jumping onto the wall in one go. Although the pain from having both arms hanging in the air made her vision go black, she couldn't help but be surprised and delighted. This "light and hate" thing was really useful!
The young man casually picked up a jujube from the fruit offering plate on the Buddha's altar and shot it out without even looking at it.
Zhu Huihui was still standing on the wall, feeling smug, when she suddenly felt a slight numbness in her lower back. Instantly, her back ached and her knees went weak. With a "thud," she fell off the wall, landing on her back on the ground. Although the wall wasn't high and the ground was just grass, she was still half-dead from the fall. Every part of her body ached, and her head hit a flowerpot, making her see stars and hear a ringing in her ears. Without even looking, she knew she must have gotten a big bump.
Although she is usually afraid of pain and death and will avoid dangerous situations if possible, there are different situations. When she needs to play the submissive role, she will never be stubborn, but when playing the submissive role doesn't work, the ruthlessness of a hooligan will come out. So even though she fell hard this time, she still gritted her teeth and prepared to get up and run away.
She struggled desperately, but had no strength at all. Her arms had been dislocated, and she couldn't move a single finger. Her lower back was especially painful, aching as if there was a gash in it, with countless ants crawling inside, making her whole body numb and itchy—damn it! It's all that old man's fault for forcing her to take a bath; look what he's done to her skin! She was right, too much bathing is bad for your health!
She was lying on the ground groaning when the young nobleman slowly strolled out, lifted his apricot-colored robe, and squatted down beside her. That gentle, spring-like smile returned to his face, and he playfully tapped her head with his fan, whether intentionally or unintentionally, hitting the newly grown large blue bump on her forehead.
Zhu Huihui's eyes immediately welled up with tears. Ouch! That kid is so mean!
"Stand up!"
"I can't stand up!" Zhu Huihui said dejectedly. She wasn't afraid of anyone in her life except those stronger than her, but unfortunately, there were too many people stronger than her in this world, and now she had encountered another one.
The young nobleman laughed and said, "Your lightness skill is quite good; I underestimated you!"
Knowing full well that the other person was being sarcastic, Zhu Huihui pretended not to understand, lay on the ground, and said modestly, "Not at all! I'm still a little bit inferior to you, sir!"
The large bump on her forehead, the soreness and numbness in her lower back, the bruises on her body, and the dislocated arm made her sweat profusely from the pain. Even so, she didn't forget to flatter him, hoping to please him so that he would show mercy and let her go...
"Speak, who are you?"
Zhu Huihui lay on the ground, unable to move any other part of his body, but his eyes could dart around. He caught sight of something, coughed, and said, "Young...Young Master, I have a favor to ask of you..."
"Hmm?" The young nobleman squatted down beside her, his smile becoming increasingly gentle, like soft down on a feather, his eyes flowing like water, exuding charm.
"Um... could you move me a little? There's a stinky weed over there..."
The young nobleman's smile froze for a moment, then melted away like spring water. He looked around and pointed to a plant with feathery leaves and small yellow flowers beside her head, asking, "Is this it?"
Zhu Huihui glanced at it sideways and said, "That's it! That's it!" Although this herb can promote blood circulation, detoxify, reduce swelling, and dispel wind, the smell is unbearable. Even if I'm not in pain, I'll be suffocated by the stench!
The young nobleman smiled gently, plucked a leaf from the grass, and placed it on Zhu Huihui's nose.