Lan Yin Bi Yue

Capítulo 26

Sometimes I don't understand what he's thinking, and sometimes I feel like I understand him very well. It's like... if I don't expose my weaknesses, I won't hurt him. If I don't act pitiful in front of him, I won't be willful, I won't make a fuss, and I won't say with a straight face that I'm unhappy, he won't even look at me.

He only reacts when my personal interests are harmed, when I am unhappy, or when I am in big trouble. He doesn't care about anything else.

So this time, the savage finally turned his gaze towards me and quietly looked at me.

"Are you finally going to talk to me?" I asked him with a stern face.

He had a blank expression, reached out, and his fingers touched my face. His fingertips weren't smooth, and they scratched my face painfully.

"Shall I tell you a joke?" I suggested, taking the opportunity to stuff a mouthful of porridge into his mouth.

The savage simply rubbed my face back and forth with his fingers without reacting, but this did not mean he acquiesced; on the contrary, it was a silent rejection.

"Then I'll sing 'The Magic Flute' for you in a fancy soprano style?" I asked, my face full of anticipation.

But this time he even lowered his hands, half-closed his eyes, the sun casting shadows on his face, and leaned back slightly, as if he were a little sleepy.

It's true... Don't be fooled by the fact that the wild man is sitting in the sun now; after I feed him a few more spoonfuls of porridge, he'll be going back inside to sleep. This is the complete opposite of Doctor Xu Yi. The wild man is sleepy all day long and often drowsy, while the doctor waits for me to bring him sleeping pills every night. If I miss a day, he won't sleep all night. Sometimes I think about leaving him the whole bottle of sleeping pills, but I'm afraid he'll take too many and get sick.

Since ancient times, those who can heal themselves have been unable to heal themselves. Xu Jinwan said that his godfather wasn't unwilling to die, but rather afraid to die. If he really died, he wouldn't know how to face his family in the underworld. So, Doctor Xu has truly been holding on by sheer willpower until now. And if things go wrong, what if he dies from my sleeping pills...? I have a headache. The Wild Man is counting on him. It doesn't matter if he dies, the Wild Man is my lifeline!

"Listen to me..." Seeing that the savage could no longer eat his porridge, I simply put the bowl on the ground, stopped sitting on the stool, and knelt down in front of him, lifting his face so that he could look at me.

This wild man… I squinted at him. What was so good about him? His name was stranger than others, and even now I still don't understand why he was called a wild man. But he was also really good. He had big, thankfully not childish eyes, and his gaze was very subtle. He was clean-cut and quiet. Most importantly, he never blamed me for not remembering him, nor did he ever deliberately get angry with me. Even when he ignored me or sometimes didn't listen to me, it wasn't intentional. He cared about me a lot more than I could understand or imagine.

In romantic movies, it's not uncommon for an ex to meet a new love and be caught cheating. How do men typically react? Are they jealous and angry? Make a huge scene? Walk away and never come back? Or do they cling on relentlessly, even torturing the relationship in a twisted way?

Besides, I don't even remember him!

Of course, there are good men too, like the savage, who swallow their bitterness but still do everything they're supposed to do.

Even my mom said that the most important thing for two people to be together is to never leave each other.

Whether it's a misunderstanding, heartbreak, or a temporary inability to communicate—no matter how big the hurdle, as long as both people still cherish each other, and one doesn't let go, the other will naturally follow. After all, someone always has to give more, and at crucial moments, someone always has to hold on tighter. Only in this way can they truly go the distance. From the case analysis, the person in my family is my father, while in my case with the "wild man," I wish it were me, but in reality, it was the "wild man."

He didn't abandon me, didn't disown me, and didn't turn around and leave—when you meet such a good man, my mother says you should beg and plead with him to stay, and even go to your ancestors' graves to choose an auspicious day to slaughter a pig to repay the gods.

“Savage,” I said, having figured it out, and asked him with a smile, “if a person jumps off a cliff and survives, but a pig dies instead, why do you think that is?”

The savage had his chin held by me, so he had to concentrate on looking at me. After hearing the question, he stared blankly for a while before looking at me and shaking his head.

“You’ve become dumber,” I said seriously, subconsciously feeling that he used to be quite smart, not like someone who couldn’t think straight. “Do you want to know the answer?” I continued.

He had no choice but to agree.

I laughed, "Because that person jumped off a cliff and survived, they have to kill a pig to repay the god. Of course, it's the pig that dies, you stupid savage!"

The savage readily admitted his stupidity, but he was actually completely distracted, staring blankly at my face the whole time, not listening to a word I said.

I said helplessly, "Isn't this question funny?!" So I asked him with a threatening expression, a threatening look, and an extremely threatening tone.

The savage nodded slowly.

"Isn't it funny?!" I squinted and asked again.

The savage knew exactly what I wanted him to do, so he nodded in agreement and finally raised the corners of his lips slightly—his lips were naturally upturned even when he wasn't smiling, so when he did smile, the shape of his lips would be very beautiful; he could be gentle, he could be alluring, or he could make people dazzled under the sun.

But I suddenly noticed something was wrong. His lips were a pale color, almost like his complexion, with a slight purple tinge. Purple indicates heart problems, such as arrhythmia or a congenital defect... How could he have so many illnesses? I felt uneasy.

Therefore, he became even more determined and resolute in his belief to take extra good care of him.

“Listen up, you savage,” I leaned closer, grasped his hand, and squeezed it slightly, “Do you know about probability?”

He nodded, which surprised me. I hadn't expected him to actually know, and I was prepared to explain it to him.

"Since you know, then let me tell you... If two people are both born into this world, and both are human (not pigs), and both live in the same era—neither of them died when I was alive, nor were they alive when I died—the chance of meeting each other is only one percent. But our situation is a bit special—you know I don't belong here. It's a miracle I even got here. As for meeting you, liking you, forgetting you, or still loving you wholeheartedly, I think the probability is: zero point zero0 ...

Right under the nose of the savage, I counted on my fingers very seriously.

I did it on purpose, I kept counting, and I knew there would be no end.

As the savage bent down, before I had even finished counting all the zeros, he smiled at me with incredible enthusiasm.

Finally, he smiled.

His face was fair and gentle in the sunlight. He had chestnut eyebrows, large, round eyes, and double eyelids that were even more pronounced from too much sleep…

Actually, I don't like double eyelids, big eyes, or noses that are more prominent and beautiful than mine—the appearance of a savage is, in theory, quite different from my aesthetic taste. But in my eyes, such savages are more than just Xi Shi or celestial beauties.

Just like when I hugged Little Fatty before, the savage smiled and slowly reached out to me. But I was better off than Little Fatty; I was still alive and kicking. I was jumping around excitedly. I knew to open my arms and hug him back. I knew to hold him tightly and never let go. I also knew that he actually wanted to get closer to me, but he was even more afraid of making things difficult for me.

"I really want to lure you to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register..." In his arms, I sighed twice, tripled, endlessly.

The policy of easing restrictions...

I took a roundabout approach and used a policy of kindness to move the barbarian. So I didn't directly say "I'm sorry" to him countless times; I didn't explain in detail the cause, process and outcome of my relationship with Yan Chaohong; I didn't use facts and evidence to prove to him that he was the only one I liked; and I didn't ask him for forgiveness or ask him: what did you think then, what do you think now, and what will you think in the future?

Opportunities often slip away in an instant. The more you agonize over it, the more likely you are to seize the opportunity. While it's important to be open-minded, what's the point of two people getting together if you're always avoiding each other, anxious, and unhappy when you're together?

The savage wouldn't open his heart so easily, but he smiled more, his complexion became rosy, and he gained weight. These were all genuine, and they were much more satisfying than when he frowned and talked bitterly about matters of the body and soul, betrayal, and principles.

Of course, it is the medical skills of Physician Xu Yi that I truly owe the deepest gratitude and the highest respect to.

Although I pushed my luck, nagging and complaining to the divine doctor every day—sometimes complaining that he couldn't cure the savage's throat, sometimes complaining that he couldn't make the savage's appetite bigger—luckily, Xu Yi was even more dull-witted than the savage. He ignored everything I said, only making a few movements and managing to utter a few words when it was time to treat the illness. Otherwise, he wouldn't hold it against me. If it were anyone else, who hadn't paid a penny and was still hanging around, he would have already chased me and the savage out of the house with a kitchen knife.

Moreover, my arrival was accompanied by Yan Chaohong and Xu Xiaoming openly entering the house, turning my covert protection into mere guard duty. While they weren't wrong in doing so—keeping outsiders out would reduce the chances of revealing Doctor Xu's earth-shattering secret—and if Doctor Xu didn't die, Yan Chaohong could at least redeem himself from the unnecessary trouble he caused by issuing a kill order to the martial arts world, leading to his father sending messages day and night threatening to break his leg… and other such undeserved calamities.

But being a bandit by nature, no matter how reasonable I was, Xu Jinwan would still scold me: "You've let the wolf into the house!"

...

Once the wild man felt a little better, I helped him take a walk to the front desk of the fireworks shop.

The shop had a strong smell of medicine and alcohol, and despite finally opening for business, there were very few customers.

When I first took a closer look at the shop, I discovered that one entire wall was made up of small, dark-colored, and neatly arranged compartments for dispensing medicine. There were also three ladders leaning against the wall. It seemed that even the small compartments under the ceiling weren't just for show.

I walked up to it, and at first glance I didn't realize that this wall wasn't a wall. When I did, I found it amazing, and after that, I was quite shocked. I even pulled the savage over to look with me. The savage looked down and laughed at my ignorance.

On the other side of the fireworks shop, there were countless jars and pots, all filled with good stuff.

"Our boss said," the shopkeeper dutifully peddled his wares to the customer, "that men are born weaker, so to truly defeat women in bed, they must take tonics!! Sir, this way, please look, here are bull penises, sheep penises, donkey penises, rabbit penises, horse penises, dog penises, tiger penises..."

"Tiger whip?!" The guest exclaimed in surprise. "Tiger whip is good! Tigers are powerful whips!"

I covered my mouth and laughed, then turned to the savage and asked, "Which whip do you want?"

The savage laughed and wrote on my hand: "The stronger the opponent, the stronger you become."

"Great job!" I pushed him away, but my eyes lit up. "It's on TV! Sea lion whip is amazing, one man with a hundred wives, unstoppable! Next time I'll have Xu Yi get you one!"

The savage nodded again.

Then two people entered the fireworks shop, one after the other, and walked past us. I turned my head to look and frowned.

Turning back, the savage's expression changed.

"Are you still bothered by Yan Chaohong?" I asked in a low voice.

He shook his head, and one of the two people who had already walked past turned back.

"You look familiar?" asked the stranger, who had been led in by Yan Chaohong, pointing at the savage.

I looked at him; he had thick eyebrows and a broad forehead, big, bright eyes with a sharp glint in them. He was a rugged and bold man with a full beard, but he was dressed quite neatly in a white, scholarly-style shirt.

The savage shook his head in denial, and Yan Chaohong also stepped back and pulled the stranger away.

“Maybe he really does know you?” I suggested to the savage.

The savage didn't react much and just shook his head.

During this time, Xu Yi really did his best, thoroughly examining the wild man from head to toe, inside and out. The conclusion he reached was that the wild man had lost his memory and his voice. He could only make efforts from the outside. As for whether he could fully recover, it depended on the wild man himself.

But the wild man was quite content with his current state, complacent and never showing much interest in me asking him to practice speaking.

After going around in circles, the savage should go to sleep again.

Back in the free double room provided by Xu Yi, sunlight streamed through the small window. The savage took off his shoes and got into bed. He had just taken a bath that morning, so all he needed to do now was fetch water to wash his face and feet.

When I returned with a bucket of warm water, I found that the savage had relapsed into his bad habit.

There was a travel bag on the bedside table. The savage rummaged through it and pulled out my Paul Smith rose perfume, sprayed it twice into the air, and then took out the "Never Again" agreement that I didn't know when he had signed. Anyway, he unfolded the paper, glanced at it, closed it again, and then carefully tried to put it back in front of his chest—I rushed forward and snatched the agreement away, heartbroken, "You're going to become a pervert!"

The savage looked at me pitifully, then at the piece of white paper with black writing in my hand, which he had always carefully preserved but which I had crumpled in one swipe. "Give it back to me," he said silently.

I couldn't bear it, so I returned the agreement to him.

As soon as the savage received the paper, he quickly bent down and lay on the bed to flatten it. Then, he used his fingers to smooth out the wrinkles little by little. It took him a long time to put the paper back to his chest before he looked up at me again, looking dejected.

“You’re saying I’m standing right in front of you,” I frowned, “that perfume can completely replace my scent?! And I’m not saying what you’re doing is bad, nor am I saying that your precious agreement is wrong, but you’re going too far and you’re becoming a fetishist, don’t you understand?!”

The savage didn't understand and quietly shook his head.

"Forget it." Knowing I couldn't reason with him, I'll never use perfume again. Let's see if he likes perfume or people. He actually sprayed it everywhere like insecticide? It makes me dizzy just from smelling it.

I took two basins from the corner of the wall and filled them with warm water for washing my face and feet, respectively. I urged the savage to do it himself. Since the toothpaste was also finished, I took out the Song Dynasty tooth powder that Xu Yi had given me and watched how the savage used it.

Once everything was settled, I climbed into bed. Although it wasn't my bedtime yet, I wanted to stay with Yeren and seize every little opportunity to nurture our relationship.

Lying in bed, the wild man started playing with my hair, wrapping it around his fingers, spinning it round and round, then letting go, then spinning it again.

I turned myself to lie flat, then turned back ten seconds later to face the savage.

"Whose story do you want to hear today?" I asked. "My dad, my mom, my grandpa, or my grandpa's grandpa?"

The savage thought for a moment and wrote on my hand: A person of joy.

"You?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

The savage shook his head.

"My boyfriend, right?"

The savage nodded.

“No,” I glared at him, “You’re my boyfriend, and you’ll be my only boyfriend from now on, so you should say I’m my ex-boyfriend!”

The savage nodded.

"Why can't you speak?" I complained. "People want to hear your voice."

The savage smiled, reached out, and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“My boyfriend is…” I thought for a moment and began to say, “He’s very normal, he’s a man, and he’s naturally very good. You know what I mean, I mean, things like balance… size issues.”

The savage nodded, his cheeks beginning to flush.

"Are you shy?" I touched his face. "I haven't told you yet, but my boyfriend has a big appetite. He likes women, he likes to see groups of women, and he likes to have homosexual relationships—you know what homosexual relationships are, right?" I asked again.