"After watching all night, all you learned was how to shout?"
But Fuxi could no longer spare Yuhua Zi any attention.
He said excitedly, "What was empty yesterday has become solid today."
"What was solid yesterday has become empty today."
He looked up at the sun rising in the east.
Then he turned to look at the crescent moon, not yet fully faded in the west.
"When the moon rose, this side was bright."
"After sunrise, the other side became bright."
Yuhua Zi slowly propped himself up.
Fuxi crouched down again, moving his palm back and forth above the two circles.
"Where Yin-Yang manifests can change."
"Where yang appeared last night, yin can appear today."
"Where yin appeared last night, yang can appear today too."
Yuhua Zi raised a hand and rubbed his eyes.
"And then?"
Fuxi did not answer.
He suddenly bent down and plunged his entire arm into the river.
His five fingers dug into the riverbed beneath the bluestone, clawing down hard.
When he lifted his hand again, his palm held a handful of black mud.
Fuxi slapped the black mud onto the large circle.
He pushed his palm forward.
The black mud spread across the bluestone.
He smeared it with one sweep of his palm after another.
The entire large circle was filled with black riverbed mud, leaving only its outermost rim visible on the stone.
The two small circles from last night, one empty and one solid, could no longer be seen.
Fuxi stepped back a little and looked at the large circle filled with black mud.
As though suddenly interested, Yuhua Zi looked at Fuxi and asked:
"What comes next? How will you draw it?"
At his words, Fuxi paused for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the swirling current