As soon as Yuhua Zi finished speaking, Fuxi pointed at the sky.
"Why does the sky grow light, and why does it grow dark?"
"Why is the moon sometimes full and sometimes incomplete?"
His finger swung around, pointing at the water flowing beneath the bluestone.
"Why does water flow?"
"And why does it stop?"
"Why are some mountains high and others low?"
"Why are some beasts strong and others weak?"
Fuxi's questions came faster and faster. The exhaustion that had built up from chasing the Dragon Horse all that way had vanished from his face.
He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Yuhua Zi.
"Where do clouds come from?"
"Where does rain hide?"
"Why do flowers, grasses, and trees grow in spring and wither in winter?"
"Why are beast hides, bird feathers, fish scales, and tortoise shells all different? And why do they always have things in common?"
"Why are people born, and why do they die?"
One question followed another.
It was as though Fuxi had finally found a door through which he could voice his questions.
All the doubts that had weighed on his heart over the years came pouring out at that moment.
Yuhua Zi never interrupted. He merely picked up another wild fruit in silence.
He peeled it, broke off a piece, and put it in his mouth to chew.
Fuxi asked, and Yuhua Zi ate.
One kept asking his questions; the other kept eating his fruit.
By the time he finished his third fruit, Fuxi finally stopped.
Yuhua Zi held the peel between his fingers.
"Finished asking?"
Fuxi thought for a moment, his lips about to part again.
Yuhua Zi hurriedly raised a hand to stop him. "Enough, enough. There's no end to this, is there?"
"We'll answer these for today."
Only then did Fuxi