Fu Hua Doesn't Dislike Su Qing'an

That's how it should have been.

Canghai City, HOMU Theme Park.

The bustling crowd created a lively scene, with staff dressed in HOMU costumes everywhere, and the pricey shops filled with all kinds of HOMU merchandise.

This place is said to be HOMU's theme park, but its main body is actually a large plaza that integrates a commercial shopping center, a home furnishing shopping center, and a theme park.

With a commercial area of over 600,000 square meters, the area does not feel crowded despite the extremely large flow of people.

Overall, this would be a good choice for a date between couples.

Of course, theoretically it's peak season now.

There must be a lot of tourists, both locals and those from out of town, who come specifically to see it. You have to wait in long lines for everything. For ordinary fans who value a leisurely date and aren't particularly enthusiastic about HOMU, they probably won't come back a second time.

But today seems different.

The flow of people remained neither too crowded nor too deserted, a lively atmosphere that is quite unusual for such a popular theme park.

The two stood amidst the bustling crowd, their expressions complex.

Su Qing'an and Fu Hua had their reasons for coming here. After visiting their parents' graves yesterday, Su Qing'an had planned to leave Canghai City today to visit his teacher, Chen Junxuan, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

However, a small accident occurred during the process.

Let's rewind half an hour.

As Su Qing'an and Fu Hua boarded a taxi to return to Hongqiao Airport, they silently gazed at the scenery outside the window. The taxi merged into the bustling city, and the two inside seemed like ordinary drops in the ocean, adrift in the hustle and bustle of the world.

However, compared to ordinary people who are thinking about how to live a better life in the future, these two are destined to bear many realities that most people would find difficult to face in their lifetime.

Fu Hua glanced at the time on her phone; it was 8:20 AM. She then asked the person next to her:

"Mr. Chen Junxuan is your teacher. You're probably planning to visit him first, right?"

Su Qing'an nodded and said softly:

"Yes, that's true. Although we occasionally keep in touch via email, neither of us are very talkative, so it would be good for us to visit him. And perhaps after this visit, we won't have many more opportunities to see him in the future."

Even though things seem peaceful and stable now, the high-risk phase of long-term tasks after graduation and job assignment is still far away. But the future is always unpredictable, and Su Qing'an can hardly guarantee when he will suffer a crushing defeat and disappear from the public eye.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"And for some reason, I always feel that you're not really looking forward to going home, so I'll let you stay with me a little longer."

"Aren't you looking forward to it?" Fu Hua thought about the boy's words upon hearing this.

There were some expectations, more or less, but they were only to a degree that they were not really necessary.

After all, how can a place without old friends be called home?

Just like Su Qing'an, if he hadn't brought her along, he wouldn't have stayed in this so-called home for even a day longer, because the memories that filled the house like mist would eventually engulf and overwhelm him at some point.

One cannot live in the past, even if it serves as a starting point, a source of inspiration, or a driving force. Looking towards the future is what we must ultimately do.

Fu Hua is even more so. She wants to remember all the memories, while also bearing the burden of the past alone, and moving forward toward the unreachable future.

Mount Taixu, Fuyun Temple.

That's my home.

Even though your Sea of consciousness is almost completely empty, once you reach that place, it's like being on the edge of a shore. The tide of memories is so turbulent, constantly sweeping towards you, as if trying to drag you into the graveyard of the past, leaving you to succumb to those scenes that can no longer be traced.

Even if you've forgotten a great deal, you can't help but feel saddened by the sight of familiar things.

Therefore, she rarely chooses to return to Mount Taixu unless absolutely necessary.

The girl, who hoped to remember all her memories, resolutely chose a path she knew she would lose these precious things. The pain and sorrow she endured were destined to be beyond the comprehension of anyone.

Fu Hua said softly:

"Very well. He was your mentor in martial arts, so it's only right to respect your teacher."

"About my home, Su Qing'an? I don't even know if that place can still be considered home anymore."

You must have heard about my background at the academy, but I don't want to lie to you.

"I can only tell you that, like many of St. Freya's students, I have no family left in this world."

"The only place I can go is that dwelling place steeped in the past, which is similar to your senses but also different; it is no longer home."

Therefore, whether or not to go is not important.

"For me, it might be more interesting to see this land with you, right? So, in the end, I'll take you there."

Su Qing'an nodded slightly, suppressing the agitation that arose within him because of those words, indicating that he understood.

These words are truly thought-provoking. Even though the boy's outward appearance remained as calm as ever, a silent yet immense tsunami had been raging within him.

The girl suddenly frowned and looked out the window. She had a good memory; the scenery outside was completely different from the route she had taken back. However, unfamiliar with the city, she couldn't be sure if this was another route. She said softly:

"By the way, Su Qing'an, this road..."

He glanced at the location displayed on his phone's map app and realized something was wrong.

This isn't the way to the airport at all; there's definitely something wrong with this taxi.

The driver, who had remained silent, seemed to have anticipated their reactions. He turned off the radio playing the news and immediately pressed the microphone on his chest.

A recording was transmitted clearly in the not-so-spacious space.

[Ahem, can you hear me? This is your lovely headmistress, Theresa Apocalypse.]

[The fact that you can hear this recording proves that you didn't use any of the routes I planned during your time in Canghai City, allowing you to have a truly enjoyable holiday.]

[Although I expected you all to be like this, I'm still in a difficult position, so I had no choice but to resort to this tactic.]

[Su Qing'an, you've disappointed the headmaster.]

[Anyway, don't even think about getting off the bus. Your destination is the HOMU theme park, so consider it as buying me some local specialties. Please make sure you enjoy your holiday!]

[Well then, my dear students, see you at the academy.]

The recording ended there, and the girl hummed a cheerful melody, clearly in a good mood.

The two looked at each other, and finally let out a sigh that was hard to tell whether it was helplessness or amusement.

Fu Hua asked with some doubt:

"Headmaster Theresa for our holiday arrangements is rather strange."

Su Qing'an nodded silently. He thought to himself that it would be difficult for someone with Hua Zheng's serious way of thinking to think about the other party's approach of using the matchmaker god to tie the knot.

Let's cut to the present.

The boy unfolded the amusement park map in his hand, looked at the dozens of amusement facilities on it, and fell into deep thought.

Although she would reluctantly comply with the headmaster's suggestion to stroll around the amusement park before leaving, Su Qing'an, who had never been to such a date-like place alone with a woman before, was completely at a loss for what to do.

The girl glanced at the map, pointed to a spot on it, and said:

"Headmaster Theresa said she wanted to bring her some local specialties, so let's go to these challenge levels with rewards."

Su Qing'an looked at the project introduction she was pointing to with a quiet gaze.

[The must-ride roller coaster at HOMU Theme Park! Reaching speeds of 90km/h, this thrilling and exhilarating ride will give you an unforgettable experience. Its 1700-meter length will leave you with an unforgettable memory.]

[The ride features numerous curves and a maximum incline of 121 degrees, offering a thrilling experience similar to piloting a fighter jet. However, it is not recommended for passengers with heart conditions. Of course, we also welcome visitors who enjoy scenic views; the beautiful scenery along the sides offers a unique perspective from the roller coaster's vantage point.]

This roller coaster is absolutely, completely, not relaxing at all; it doesn't fit the idea of a relaxing and enjoyable holiday at all.

However, with martial arts now largely self-contained, Su Qing'an is indifferent to things of this level. He was completely unmoved when he first flew a plane, so how could he be intimidated by something of this level?

However, riding a roller coaster with Hua, something that couples often do, still made his heart beat faster than usual, and his restless mood broke the State of Still Water of his mind.

Compared to roller coasters, a Ferris wheel at dusk is clearly better.

Barely managing to rein in his wandering thoughts, after reviewing the basic information, he looked at the reason why Fu Hua had said those words.

[Anyone who can ride the ride three times in a row without making a sound or showing any fear will receive a mystery gift related to HOMU! All tourists are welcome to participate.]

Su Qing'an nodded and said:

"That certainly fits the criteria; Hua shouldn't be afraid of roller coasters, right?"

Fu Hua smiled and said jokingly:

"I might have been afraid of this kind of thing tens of thousands of years ago."

Tens of thousands of years is too far in the future. If we had to say it, it would be too abstract and unrealistic. So it's not unreasonable to consider it a joke. In fact, for most people, it's just a little joke. After all, who would take such an unrealistic number as the truth?

But for Su Qing'an, who understood some things, these words were of great significance. He now knew that perhaps some truths could only be uttered casually in jest.

This also shows that Fu Hua is willing to let down her guard and vigilance towards him, which also demonstrates that he has already gained some status in her heart.

To her, I was not just a passerby.

Upon realizing this fact, Su Qing'an felt both more cheerful and somewhat sentimental.

He once basked in the same sunlight as that girl from 50,000 years ago, resisting the fear from the same source.

The Fu Hua, whose bones were filled with fear and confusion, and the immortal before him, who had been tempered into this state after experiencing countless hardships.

These two are now separated by mountains and seas, and by a span of fifty thousand years.

Some things, in the end, fade away with the passage of time.

But the sun was shining brightly at that moment, and a gentle breeze eventually blew the strands of hair across the girl's forehead. She blinked unconsciously, and her clear eyes reflected the smile on the face of the person in front of her after hearing her words.

Amidst the bustling crowd, the young man smiled at the beautiful woman and said:

"Let's go ride the roller coaster, Hua."

If he extends his hand to me at this moment, would I hold it?

In a daze, the girl seemed to have returned to a long, long time ago, where an enchanting and ambiguous atmosphere would suddenly appear between the two of them and then disappear at any moment.

The thought jolted Fu Hua awake, and the sunlight falling on her skin seemed to grow hotter.

That fleeting, instantaneous sensation was too faint, yet it carried an itch like a feather brushing against the heart.

Gradually nurturing the budding emotions in her consciousness, this alluring sin not only eroded Su Qing'an's heart, but even the more aloof Fu Hua herself could not escape its influence.

The less guarded she was of Su Qing'an, the more likely something would seize the opportunity to plunder all her resources, eventually growing and sprouting to a point where she could hardly cope, directly attacking her very core.

But now, that time is still very, very far away.

But... one thing is certain.

Fu Hua doesn't dislike Su Qing'an.

The girl coughed twice, as if awkwardly trying to hide some emotions, and then she said softly:

"Good."