On a picturesque moonlit night in the fairy mountain, from the window of the ancient and elegant small building, Fangran saw a free and easy figure shaking a bone fan, and unexpectedly called out,
In the previous chat, Rize had already told him the identity of 'Mrs. Isis'.
Seeing the surprise on Fangran's face, Qianmian smiled softly,
“I was originally thinking about when I would find time, but I didn’t expect that ‘free time’ would be at night.”
He was wearing a green robe draped over his shoulders, but underneath was a modern-style shirt. The inconsistent style elements blended into the night under his aura.
"It's really hard work to wake up at this time."
"Ah... I just can let myself sleep a little less..."
Being praised by an elder like this, Fangran replied with some embarrassment. Hearing this, Qianmian smiled and dropped down to the railing, looking at him and saying:
"Want to go somewhere with me?"
...
The mountains and forests are silent, the moonlight is shimmering,
After changing his clothes, he left the mountain peak where the Tiangong Hall was located, and followed Qian Mian on the mountain road paved with bluestones. It was so deep ahead that he didn't know where he was going.
"that..."
Looking left and right at the Fairy Mountain under the moonlight, looking at the thousands of faces in front of him strolling around without saying anything, Fangran couldn't help but spoke curiously:
"Senior, can I ask a question?"
"what?"
Bone Fan chuckled, Qianmian seemed to have guessed that he would ask the question.
"Why do you want Ziye to help me recast my 'destiny'?"
At that moment when I saw ‘Destiny’, I realized the reason why Qianmian invited me to come to Midnight at the last night of the simulation scene.
But Fangran didn't understand why it happened like this.
To say that the mentor is motivated by his interest in ‘destiny’, one can guess from the brief contact in Europe, but there is really no way of knowing why Tiangong is motivated...
"Didn't you ask Tiangong before?"
"No, I always feel that if I ask Senior Tiangong, not only will I not be able to find out, I will probably get scolded..."
Listening to Qian Mian's question with a smile, Fangran thought of Tiangong's rough voice like thunder, and silently replied with shame,
'Why are you asking so many questions, you brat! Are you full after eating?'
I don't know why, but I can clearly imagine that scene in my mind...
He also smiled knowingly at Fangran's statement. Qianmian exhaled at night, looked at the bright moon hanging high above the mountains and forest, and said to himself:
"Why are you helping you in Midnight..."
Then he lowered his head and smiled slightly.
"To be precise, it's not that Midnight is helping you, but that we want to help you."
Not midnight, but us...?
Puzzled by Qian Mian's answer, Fangran looked at his handsome figure and asked.
"Not intervening in any disputes will only prevent factors that affect reality. The night watchman has always been regarded by the world as the agent of that gentleman's will,"
With a hint of nostalgia in his smiling words, Qian Mian softly recounted the outside world’s understanding of the Night Watchman, then shook his head and smiled:
"But in fact, it was just a spontaneous move by us, wanting to take care of your husband's worries,"
"Sir never asked us that."
Eh...Is that so...
Fangran walked beside him, listening in surprise to the earliest night watchman at midnight telling the origin of the night watchman.
"It's just that a long time ago, we followed him by various chances and coincidences, out of our infinite admiration and admiration for him,"
"I hope I can wait quietly by my side and watch the world like him..."
When I talk about this with others, I think of the long-lasting memories of my childhood, things that happened much earlier than at Takebayashi Shrine.
There seems to be endless emotion in Qianmian's words,
Let him go very far, and then he smiled in relief:
"But we are only mortals after all."
"I can't reach the realm of my husband, I can't understand my husband's state of mind, and I can't always be by my husband's side like those two people..."
It seemed that he had put it down and was left with a chuckle, but from the end of this sentence, Fangran heard a very envious smile...
It can make an A-level, night watchman who has gone through a long time call himself a mortal,
Is that gentleman really an ‘immortal’?
"It's a shame to say that we understand this truth even later than our next generation."
Qian Mian shook his bone fan, and Zhu Ling shook it, thinking about those young figures with different personalities, but all outstanding, compared with their different thoughts on the outside world.
My generation may have been too influenced by my husband...
"So in the remaining life, I pursue answers, travel around the world, and even be regarded as a wanderer, just to see what else is needed in this era,"
"What else do we need to do for him..."
Fangran looked at the faces of Qian Mian staring ahead, and could imagine him walking in different cities in different countries with different faces and identities.
"But it's probably hard for you to understand what I'm saying."
Having said this, Qian Mian looked at Fang Ran's bone fan and smiled, then folded it with a crisp sound.
"Don't worry about it, just treat it as the occasional nagging from the elders."
"oh oh...."
It did feel like she didn't understand, so Fangran nodded half-understanding.
Walking through the Midnight Fairy Mountain at night, walking up and down the bluestone steps, passing by springs and ancient trees, Fangran looked at the outline of a pavilion passing by,
"Senior Qian Mian, um...are the other senior Night Watchmen here now?"
As if guessing his true meaning from his words, Qianmian smiled and asked:
"Who do you want to ask?"
I didn't expect to be seen through, and I was speechless.
After trying hard to organize his words, Fangran smiled helplessly, then took a deep breath and spoke softly:
"The time when the Beijing Night Bureau encountered a crisis, I was not mature enough at that time, was too irritable, vigilant, and did not trust strangers,"
"So I want to apologize to the senior night watchman at that time."
"Why? Because you insisted on killing Arakawa regardless of the obstruction?"
Thousand-faced eyes looked forward deeply, and his voice was still smiling softly as he asked, directly telling what Fang Ran, who transformed into a night crow, did in the Forbidden Room that night,
But Fangran shook his head gently.
"No, it's because I was too rude at the time. I was obviously an elder who came to save Sister Yesheng, so I shouldn't have spoken so passionately."
"About this, I would like to apologize to that senior."
After a moment of silence, I realized that Qian Mian must have been there at the Bamboo Forest Shrine and watched that figure grow up, and I didn't know whether I should say this or not.
But in the end, I decided that I shouldn’t pretend that nothing happened to the elders who helped me.
Fangran thought about everything that night, slowly closed his eyes and said:
"I don't regret what happened to that person."
Listening to his soft and calm voice, Qian Mian also spoke in a slightly low voice.
"Is that so? I believe you will meet him if you have the chance."
Then it was quiet for a while, and I walked an unknown distance under the moonlit night.
Finally, Fangran followed Qianmian to a mountain, where the bluestone mountain trail ended. When he stepped in, he felt suddenly enlightened, and his eyes suddenly seemed like a dream, and he heard the voice of the night watchman.