The staff have mostly returned, and Huangfu Huazhang holds a eting with his subordinates, ticulously rehearsing the details of the plan.
Everyone naturally feels admiration for Mr. Huangfu’s ticulous planning and arrangents, and throughout the process, no one raises any doubts. It is only when Huangfu Huazhang announces the public outco of the plan that Li Le Wen is taken aback, and he can’t help but ask, "The end of the ga, should Tang Yanqing and George naturally both die? But you, sir...?"
Huangfu Huazhang smiles faintly: "Only death can completely erase a person from this world."
Li Le Wen then understands; Mr. Huangfu intends to use this matter as a complete shed of one’s skin, so that neither William Ford nor Huangfu Huazhang will exist in this world.
Just like how Shi Nian has beco Nian Nian, Mr. Huangfu will also completely abandon his forr identity, taking Shi Nian and Jieyou far away from the public eye to live a peaceful and happy life.
Only in this way can they not only escape the pursuit of the M Country police and the Tang Family but also avoid the scrutiny of the Chinese police and Qi Xiuqi.
After finishing his points, Huangfu Huazhang nods, "Go and make your arrangents. Once Shi Nian arrives, the plan is fully launched."
The plan ultimately requires Tang Yanqing to rescue Shi Nian and Jieyou; thus, Shi Nian and Jieyou must act as bait. Even if it’s fake, they need to appear in this trap. Otherwise, with Tang Yanqing’s caution, he wouldn’t step into the trap without seeing Shi Nian and Jieyou in person.
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Mo Ya Village.
Senmu directs people to pack up, while Jieyou plays cat’s cradle with Mrs. Song. Shi Nian, feeling utterly bored, goes upstairs to take a nap.
The previous journey, seeing that person, and the ti spent have exhausted her. Yet when she lies down, she can’t sleep at all. Her mind is filled with the man standing in the darkness, his voice lingering in her ears; her palm still stings with the burning sensation from the words he wrote.
He said he would only stay for one night and would leave by dawn.
He said if she wanted to find answers, she should go back and find him.
Her mind was in turmoil as she pulled the quilt over her head.
How could she go looking for him? Even if she knew he might have been an important person to her in the past, even if she realized that she might have loved him, she is now Mr. Huangfu’s wife, Jieyou’s mommy. The past should remain in the past; she cannot knowingly do wrong now.
She warns herself: Nian Nian, you should get a good night’s sleep and stop thinking about anything. Maybe after you sleep, you’ll forget everything again.
But she strangely gets stuck on her own na.
Nian Nian... Does anyone else find their own na awkward, always feeling stuck even when addressing themselves?
Her thoughts twist and turn, but in the end, she still drifts into sleep in a foggy way.
Dreams have a magical hand that can knead waking experiences like dough into another shape, then transform and present them anew before your eyes.
In her dream, Shi Nian seems to return to that dim part of the day, closing her eyes and relying only on hearing to navigate.
Then... she seems to "see" that person in the darkness with her ears.
No facial features, no voice, just that kind of—familiar presence.
Then he uses his fingertip to write in her palm, deliberately trying to tickle her as he writes.
She can’t help but laugh and dodge fiercely.
Moreover, she’s not used to communicating this way; who can guess what he’s writing in her palm?
Even if she knows he’s writing, she can only focus on the initial few strokes. So if it’s a simple character, it’s still manageable to guess. But if it’s slightly complex, without training, it’s downright impossible to guess.
So when she asked his na and he drew so many strokes up and down and left and right, she just couldn’t figure it out!
She thought, either he has a very complex na with many strokes, or he deliberately doesn’t want to tell her.
In the end, she sulked, and he sighed in helplessness, finally writing a simple character with only two strokes in her palm.
This ti she guessed, unable to stop herself from raising an eyebrow.
"Seven"?
Did he write "seven"?!
But how could soone’s na be Seven? He was fooling with her again!
The dream shifts, and it almost seems like today’s events again. She turns over with a sigh: Even in the dream, she knows that without training, it’s tough to decipher what characters are drawn in the palm. Too many strokes don’t work, and if the palm tickles, everything falls apart. Yet today, sohow, she inexplicably understood his two sentences with so many characters?
It’s really peculiar.
The dream continues, and after writing "seven," the next day, he draws another symbol in her palm. It’s also a simple two strokes, as if it were the letter "Y."
She asks him, "What is it?"
Starting with "Y," is it "Yang," "Yin"? Or what could it be?
He draws it again, and this ti she senses the difference in detail. It’s not the straight strokes like a "Y," but more winding. She can’t help but draw it in her palm, copying that feeling.
Almost like a simple sketch of a bird? A curve on each side representing two wings in flight.
She couldn’t help but laugh softly: "Could your na be ’Bird Seven’?"
He kicks her in anger, sulking in the corner, ignoring her for a long ti.
She doesn’t bother with him either.
After the initial laughter, her heart sank.
Although "Bird Seven" doesn’t sound like a real na, it does resemble a nickna for a delinquent.
She was captured by a group of delinquents, and since he could be with her and not be beaten or scolded, she grew cautious, worrying he might be one of them sent to deceive her, using the darkness to hide so he could extract her dad’s situation from her.
With this in mind, she increasingly thought he might be. Bird Seven, Bird Seven, it’s his own slip-up; serves him right!
Because of this, the relationship between them suddenly cooled, and in the darkness, without day or night, several als passed without her speaking to him.
In such darkness, the only way she could judge ti was by the als brought by the kidnappers. Typically three als a day, at least two; and a stomach empties every four hours, so she roughly calculated ti like that.
She rembers their cold war lasting for seven als. After the seventh al, he suddenly approached her, trapping her in a corner, and began to forcibly kiss her.
Bastard, an unseen, unheard-of bastard, using the darkness, had forcibly taken her lips. No matter how she resisted, pushed, or bit him, he only stopped after making her lips swell from his kisses.
Then he kept pressing her to guess his na again and again, drawing those two symbols repeatedly, forcing her to say them. If she got it wrong, he’d kiss her again... until she exhaustedly whispered, "Could that crappy bird be a swallow?"
Finally, he laughed, reached out to touch her lips, and after the harshness, for the first ti, kissed her with utmost tenderness.
But that tenderness brought her out in a cold sweat.
She rembers suddenly freezing in the darkness, pushing him away in shock, her voice breaking, yelling: "Yan Qi? You bastard, you’re Yan Qi from online?"
She recalled an online friend, soone she t on BBS, exceptional and talented but also infuriatingly proud. Even his userna was unconventional, using a string of special symbols. They looked like seven little swallows.
She rembered the first ti she talked to him, she joked about his userna, saying, "A flock of geese flying south?"
The seven swallows online, the "Yan Qi" in front of her! Like a thunderclap, she seed to know sothing, yet was afraid to think about it in detail.
That person crossed the internet, traveled over the ocean to et her. A guy supposedly unfamiliar with China could be with her during her kidnapping, interact with her freely.
There could only be one answer: perhaps this kidnapping was his arranged special eting!
So the darkness before her eyes, the inability to see or hear anyone, all had an explanation: because he wanted to continue the online interaction, let her not see his face, hear his voice, to avoid the "eting the light and breaking up"?!
And the kidnapping itself was a real-life deduction ga. How was she supposed to recognize his identity, how should she rescue herself, and how could Dad find her, all heavily booby-trapped, matching the play style of deduction gas!
But online friends are friends, eting is eting, a ga is a ga... What on earth does this near-overbearing kiss of his an?
How is he still following the ga rules?!
Shi Nian suddenly turns over and sits up abruptly, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her mouth.
What did she dream about?
And who is the Yan Qi in that dream?
Why did she dream of such a bizarre scenario after eting that strange man today?
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