Beautiful Lady, Let Me Tell You a Story First

"Who I am is not important; what matters is who you are."

As he spoke, he climbed the small hill and sat down on the grass under a small tree next to the veiled woman.

The veiled woman saw him sit down beside her and stared at him coldly, wondering who he was and why he was following her. This was no accident, but inevitable; otherwise, he wouldn't have followed her for no apparent reason.

Purposeful.

He must have had an ulterior motive.

But does he know himself?

Why should you follow yourself?

Knowing oneself shouldn't be necessary.

Unless it's just one person, Xiao Yan?

Otherwise, why wear a mask?

However, Xiao Yan was not as tall or as handsome as him.

It's normal that Xiao Yan has grown taller and bigger since we last met a few years ago.

So he was Xiao Yan, who probably saw him on the road, recognized him, and then followed him.

However, he had grown up and taller, and was no longer the same person he used to be. He was sure he was wearing a veil, but he wasn't sure if he was Little Fairy Doctor. He just felt that he looked like her, so he followed her.

Xiao Yan!

Thinking of this, the veiled woman walked towards him, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down a few feet away from him, following his gaze into the distance. 69ꜱʜᴜx.ᴄᴏᴍ

But she was wrong; the man was not the young Xiao Yan she had imagined, but Qian Ye.

Qian Ye smiled, not looking at her, and kept looking ahead. Suddenly, he put his hands behind his head and lay down on the grass, closing his eyes slightly. The bright sunlight shone on his face, making it impossible to see his expression, because he was wearing a Dragon King Mask.

Little Fairy Doctor glanced at him, seemed about to say something but held back, and then followed his example and lay down on the grass.

"Frost fills the sky over the ten-mile-long calm lake, every inch of my black hair is tinged with sorrow for my fleeting youth. I stand alone under the moon, longing for companionship, I envy not the immortals, but only the mandarin ducks." Qian Ye suddenly recited a poem.

Huh?

Upon hearing this poem, the veiled woman suddenly opened her eyes in curiosity. What was going on?

What is he saying?

What do these sentences mean?

I've never heard of such a phrase before, but it sounds so nice and seems quite profound.

"What do you mean?" the veiled girl couldn't help but ask, sensing that there was something more to his words.

Qian Ye: "What... what do you mean?"

"Those few words you just said?"

Oh! There are no poets in this world, so it's normal that she didn't know it was a poem.

"Poetry." Qianye replied.

"What is poetry?" she still didn't understand.

Qian Ye: "..."

Playing the lute to a cow!

"Oh, a poem is a sentence composed of words, some long and some short, formed by combining different characters. It's a literary genre, usually reflecting social life and personal emotions, scenery, stories, etc., through rich imagination and direct expression of feelings. Generally speaking, the sentences are concise, rhythmic, and mostly use rhyming descriptions."

The veiled woman seemed to understand something upon hearing this. "Then how come I've never heard of this thing called poetry before?"

It's good that you don't know; after all, there are no poets in Battle Through the Heavens. It would be strange if someone did.

"Oh, it's something I made up myself, just a hobby. Just listen to it and don't overthink it!"

It's an original piece, quite interesting, and actually sounds pretty good.

The veiled woman listened, feeling a surge of joy. "Then can you tell me what the meaning of your poem just now was?"

Well, we can talk to her about it.

Qian Ye opened her mouth. "Ten miles of calm lake, frost covers the sky; every inch of black hair is filled with sorrow for fleeting years. Gazing at the moon alone, one longs for companionship; envying only the mandarin ducks, not the immortals." This poem speaks of time, season, scene, and love story. The gist of the poem is: The lake appears calm on the surface, but frost covers the sky. Every inch of black hair is filled with sorrow for those beautiful years. Alone, gazing at the moon, one hopes for companionship. If that were the case, one would only envy the happiness of being together like mandarin ducks, and not the carefree life of the immortals.

How profound!

The veiled woman suddenly became interested in the poem and recited. "Ten miles of calm lake, frost fills the sky; every inch of my black hair is tinged with sorrow for my fleeting youth. Gazing at the moon, I stand alone, longing for companionship; I envy not the immortals, but only the mandarin ducks."

"Hmm, you have a good memory," Qian Ye praised her after hearing her recite the poem aloud.

"Really?" The veiled woman's eyes flickered with a hint of emotion as she was praised.

But as soon as his face tightened, it immediately returned to normal.

Qian Ye wasn't surprised; after all, she wasn't the same person she used to be.

"So who are you?" the woman asked again. She seemed to think he wasn't Xiao Yan, because she felt Xiao Yan was different from her. Although they hadn't seen each other for several years, she could sense that the other person's voice, movements, and mood were nothing like the boy she knew. During the time she met Xiao Yan in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, she had carefully memorized every action, word, and thought of Xiao Yan. But the man in front of her was completely different, with no similarities whatsoever, no common characteristics whatsoever.

As the saying goes, it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature.

No matter how much a person changes, their true nature will always exist within them. This is a person's nature, their genes, their innate nature, and it can never be changed.

Therefore, after observing him, she had already ruled out the possibility that the masked man in front of her was Xiao Yan, but someone else entirely.

"Then who exactly are you, and why are you following me? Do you know me, or do you have other intentions?" She couldn't help but want to know who the other person was, what kind of face was behind the mask, whether it was a stranger or familiar. Although she had ruled out that he was Xiao Yan, she was still curious to get to know him.

Qian Ye: "..."

"Alright then! Before I tell you who I am, let me tell you a story first?" Qian Ye didn't introduce himself, but thought for a moment and said this.

"A story?" The veiled woman looked at him thoughtfully. What kind of story was he going to tell her?

Qian Ye smiled and said, "Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was naturally lively, cute, and cheerful, with a smile always on her face. But when she was three years old, she left her birthplace and was taken by her mother to settle in a small village where people made a living by collecting herbs. Originally, this was a good start, because the little girl's mother was very knowledgeable about medicinal herbs. In the small mountain village, she could make a living by collecting and selling herbs, and food and clothing were not a problem. Moreover, the medical skills of the mother and daughter were recognized by the villagers. The little girl's mother could cure any illnesses the villagers had, so the villagers were even kinder to the mother and daughter and they were respected by the whole village."

"But the little girl was born with a certain constitution, which she was unaware of. One day, this constitution suddenly awakened, causing her mother and the villagers to die within the range of its outbreak. She herself was unharmed, but she was extremely distressed because she could not get a cure for her innate constitution. Because of this constitution, anyone who got close to her might one day endanger the lives of innocent people."