The little girl always liked looking at the stars when she was young.
The vast and mysterious, beautifully exquisite scenery is always the most captivating thing in the world.
Zhu Tongjun liked the starry sky not because the scenery was overwhelmingly stunning, but because she had seen such beauty once in a girl, dressed in the glow of the evening and the stars.
She was talking about ’Ms. Gu’.
Therefore, Zhu Tongjun was fascinated by the stars when she was young, always feeling, just as Ah Zi said, that important people weren’t gone but had transford into stars in the sky.
But as she grew up, she disliked looking at stars.
Perhaps she was mocked by Ah Zi for being naive, or perhaps she figured it out herself.
The starry sky is such a false thing, deceptive, untouchable, like floating duckweed, only adored by children.
In the hustle and bustle of life, the one’s affection is no longer for the untouchable stars, but for things within reach.
But... disliking looking at stars does not an she doesn’t like stars at all.
Zhu Pingniang quietly watched the girl in the red dress in front of her.
Now, her star is hidden in Li Zhibai’s eyes.
That is the star she can reach, the one she might embrace.
Everyone who likes to watch stars will ultimately realize the falseness of that sky; they will eventually find their own precious star.
And liking stars, like Wen Li in Zhu Pingniang’s eyes, is undoubtedly sothing described with ’naive’, ’pursuing the insubstantial’, ’unsteady’, and other negative words.
The starry sky, like for everyone who is gentle, is essentially indifferent.
It shouldn’t be approached, nor expected of.
But Zhu Pingniang understands.
Liking stars as Wen Li does isn’t strange; in fact... it’s strange not to like them.
What Wen Li pursues, peace and Chang’an, is, in so sense, even more cruel and elusive compared to the false starry sky.
In the world, where is Chang’an?
"Indeed." Zhu Pingniang looked at Li Zhibai and sighed softly, "Ah Li seeks Chang’an... but when has this world ever been Chang’an?"
The beauty of stars can still be seen, but who has ever seen Chang’an?
Even if the Literary Commander has been broken for countless generations, everyone knows that the so-called long-lasting peace is just a fantasy.
From the start, there has never been a true ’Chang’an’ in this world.
Transient tranquility might exist, but true everlasting peace and Chang’an... in Zhu Pingniang’s eyes, that is a mirage even more false and dreamlike than the starry sky.
Anyone with a mature mind wouldn’t harbor such naive ideals.
But Wen Li not only has such ideals, she is striving for them.
"Is Ah Li an immature person?" Zhu Pingniang asked.
"What do you think?" Li Zhibai looked at her.
"No." Zhu Pingniang touched half of her face, her tone carrying a touch of inexplicable aning: "That’s why... I’m not as good as her."
Who hasn’t yearned for Chang’an?
It’s just that after knowing this world, even Zhu Pingniang, even Li Zhibai, rely place their hopes for ’few transient Chang’an’ on the Sect Leader.
"Sotis, being a bit rationally, maturely naive might not be a bad thing." Zhu Pingniang temporarily abandoned her chaotic thoughts at this mont and exclaid, "Perhaps it must be soone like Ah Li, a Ni Zi without a tragic childhood, to naturally be naive."
Li Zhibai, upon hearing this, glanced at Zhu Pingniang.
This girl indeed speaks unpleasantly.
What does it an by ’without a childhood’?
With that logic, would Xu Chang’an, who is amnesiac, also be without a childhood?
"Tong Jun, according to what you say... how is Chang’an not naive?" Li Zhibai asked.
Zhu Pingniang’s tone paused upon hearing this, a trace of embarrassed annoyance appearing in her eyebrows.
Xu Chang’an?
He is quite abnormal, let alone naive... Zhu Pingniang thought that kid was the most realistic person, talking to him about dreams, everlasting peace, and Chang’an is simply a joke.
From Xu Chang’an’s ’indifferent’ attitude towards half-demons and the Demon Race... one can guess so of his thoughts.
A person without youthful vigor, he is truly ’profit-driven’.
And what Xu Chang’an pursues, undoubtedly... is Yun Qian.
When Xu Chang’an first arrived in Beisang City, he worked hard to get into the town for the sake of Yun Qian.
On Muyu Peak, his multifaceted charm is for Yun Qian.
Cultivation is for Yun Qian, effort is for Yun Qian,
Even preparing dinner now is to ’please’ herself so that Yun Qian can better embark on the cultivation path.
Zhu Pingniang couldn’t help but snort: "As I see it, Chang’an, who only likes Ms. Yun, is, in a way, also naive."
"...Ms. Yun..." Li Zhibai’s eyes twitched slightly.
Sowhat concerned about Zhu Pingniang’s address for Yun Qian.
Their relationship... is it really that close?
Or is it because of her good relationship with Yun Qian, leaked unintentionally by Yun Qian?
Li Zhibai felt no need to hide it, but, always preferring tranquility, she dreaded trouble. Previously, Zhu Tongjun was fine; now this one... is too noisy.
Hoping to have a tea party with Yun Qian, she liked her because she’s just as quiet. If Zhu Pingniang joined...
Li Zhibai’s head throbbed faintly, as if seeing her Sword Hall being stirred into chaos.
"..."
Zhu Pingniang did not notice the faint ’disdain’ in her beloved Ah Bai’s eyes; she was still musing about Xu Chang’an.
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