Mao Feiyang said, "What you see is only what you see... The ’layers’ in the painting and the ’layers’ outside the Art Building are fundantally two different worlds."
As Mao Feiyang spoke, he pulled a small chair over, sat down, rested one hand on his cheek, and lightly tapped on the desk with the other hand, as if matching a certain rhythm from ’Ammon’s music box’...
"You know the music of the music box?" Lin Yi was shocked again.
Mao Feiyang was speechless: "I’m just tapping randomly; most music can keep up with the rhythm if you tap a single beat, right?"
As he spoke, his cheekiness finally showed, and he blurted out a line: "Why tap so professionally, go pick up mud and grow lotus, or scramble eggs to make fried rice?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yi got anxious and imdiately shouted, "Whoa, watch your words! You dare to criticize Lord Mahu’s song?! Be careful he’ll make you bring that music box to court!"
Mao Feiyang remained silent, just continuously tapping the rhythm.
"Ding dong ding ding..."
"Dong ding dong... ding ding dong dong..."
"Ding ding dong dong..."
The sound of ’Ammon’s music box’ kept ringing, enveloping the entire bedroom in an eerie atmosphere.
Finally, Mao Feiyang stopped tapping, patted his butt, got up from the chair, and said, "It seems the ’Principal’s Office’ is indeed not on this side..."
"Then, next is to go to the ’Observatory’..."
Lin Yi asked, "Is there still ti to go to the ’Observatory’ now?"
"How could we go now?" Mao Feiyang squinted at him, "It’s getting late at the Art Building, we need to get back to the Art Classroom first; otherwise, if we’re missing too long, it will easily arouse suspicion... Can’t explain clearly if Brother Xian catches us."
Lin Yi thought to himself, your Brother Xian is probably going to need to believe in Spring Brother to fully revive at this point...
"Co to think of it, I don’t even know what ti it is outside right now..." Lin Yi muttered softly.
"So it’s ti to go..." Mao Feiyang said, "Oh right, I an, you should also about ti get going..."
"Uh?" Lin Yi was taken aback.
"The ti in the dream is not infinite..." Mao Feiyang said, "I’m just going to follow the routine to return to the Art Classroom, there’s not much else to say."
"Oh... okay then..." Lin Yi agreed.
Maozi had issued an order to leave, and it seed there was no point in staying any longer.
But for so reason, he felt that Maozi’s order was given a tad bit... hurriedly.
"So am I... do I just leave like this?" Lin Yi asked.
"Return the way you ca, is there any need to waste ti experiencing the first ti again?" Mao Feiyang said helplessly.
"What about you?" Lin Yi asked.
Mao Feiyang said, "I’ll be leaving shortly."
Lin Yi always felt that Maozi had so other small actions to take, but Maozi had already spoken to this point, so it wasn’t appropriate for him to pry any further.
Anyway, as long as he knew Maozi didn’t encounter any trouble, it was fine.
"By the way," Mao Feiyang suddenly asked, "I don’t need to know what your current ’ti’ is, I just want to know, up to ’your current point’, is the ’plan’ proceeding according to plan?"
Lin Yi was just about to say "actually the real plan hasn’t started yet," but thinking that maybe the plan started as soon as he entered the school without his knowledge, he nodded and said, "Yes, Young Master Tian is in control of the situation, you can rest assured."
At the ntion of "Young Master Tian controlling the situation," for so reason, Mao Feiyang’s eyes unconsciously narrowed, and a flicker of uncertain light flashed through them.
"All right, I understand..."
Lin Yi imdiately felt that Mao Feiyang’s words had implications, but he couldn’t say anything in response...
He just felt that Young Master Tian’s so-called "confession on the fifth night" was sowhat lacking in sincerity, confessed, yet not fully confessed.
You’d say Young Master Tian didn’t say anything, but oddly, he really answered whatever Lin Yi asked.
You’d say Young Master Tian said sothing, yet there were still situations Lin Yi was totally unaware of, seemingly kept in the dark.
Lin Yi figured it out; in the end, it’s a ’cognition’ problem!
A person cannot ask questions beyond their cognitive scope, and obviously, the questions he asked were the ones he wanted to know, but for the unknown, he couldn’t even form a question.
Since he didn’t ask, naturally Young Master Tian didn’t have to answer.
It’s simply a paradoxical loop!
Schrödinger’s confession!
"Old Lin." Mao Feiyang suddenly spoke up.
"Huh?" Lin Yi responded.
"Why are you still here?" Mao Feiyang pulled out all his cheeky deanor again.
"All right, all right..." Lin Yi yelled, "I’m leaving! I’m leaving imdiately!! Farewell!"
"I won’t see you out."
"You son of a..." Lin Yi cursed as he exited the livestream, but bickering aside, he let out a low sigh in the end, "Stay safe..."
His mind shifted, and he quietly withdrew from Mao Feiyang’s body...
Perceiving Lin Yi’s departure, Mao Feiyang also softly said, "You stay safe too..."
Saying that, he rested his cheek on his hand and began following the rhythm of ’Ammon’s music box’, tapping along, seemingly waiting for sothing.
His gaze slowly shifted to a photo fra on the desk.
Rather than a photo fra, it would be more accurate to call it a miniature painting, featuring a cute pink cartoon drawing, vibrant in color and resembling the style of that famous cartoon ani The Powerpuff Girls...
Mao Feiyang stared at the cartoon for a long ti, then shook his head slightly, turning the fra to face inward, with its back toward the bedroom.
He stood up, patted his hands, and said, "Alright, I should get going too..."
Just at this mont, the exquisite bookshelf lightly trembled, and a few books ’clunked’ as they were partially shaken out, as if demanding Mao Feiyang’s attention.
Mao Feiyang hesitated for a mont, then approached the shelf, his gaze falling on the books that were slightly out of place.
He paused in silence, reached out, and gently pushed those books back in.
At that mont, a subtle glint suddenly flashed in Mao Feiyang’s eyes.
He quickly retrieved a feather sculpture, pushed it to the bedroom door, then backed out through the doorway.
The bedroom instantly turned empty and desolate, leaving only ’Ammon’s music box’ on the desk, its spring winding gently as the sound tube rolled.
"Ding dong ding ding..."
"Dong ding dong... ding ding dong dong..."
"Ding ding dong dong..."
Yet amidst the notes, another kind of sound erged faintly.
A black nursery rhy, sung with a cool, crisp, silver-bell voice:
[Little friends, playing hide and seek~ One or two hiding~]
[Little yard is a good place~ Brother and sister hide themselves~]
[Digging and digging, overturning...]
On the bedroom floor, it appeared as if so dust was rising, or perhaps so illusory patterns, weaving and rging, eventually sketching out a vague phantom...
A little girl with a Gothic dark lolita style.
She was shrouded in shadows, her dress seed dirty as if tainted by oil, with black viscous symbiotic-like liquid continuously seeping from the hem, though strangely, the liquid did not stain the carpet beneath her, as if her existence was at odds with the world around her.
The little girl humd the black nursery rhy, slowly approaching the desk, then gently picked up the music box...
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