Qiguan Yuan × Xiu Yun Yin (Wishing all final-year high school students great success in the college entrance exams)

On the day the world was first created, the Tree of Fate atop Kunlun Mountain suddenly lit up.

The branches of the ancient tree emitted a red glow from within, as if something was struggling inside its heart.

When the bark cracked open for the first time, a ray of silvery-white light leaked out from the crack, then a second, then a third.

The red light grew stronger and stronger, and the whole tree trembled, its branches and leaves rustling, the red lines all over the tree trembling as if welcoming something.

Nine snow-white fox tails emerged from the treetops, fluffy and slowly unfurling in the air.

Its tail tip was slightly curled, as if it had just woken up from a long dream and was still a little dazed.

The crack in the tree trunk widened, and a figure slid out, barefoot on the grass around the Tree of Fate. Seemingly unaccustomed to it, he lost his balance and swayed.

Qiguan Yuan looked down at his hands; his fingers were long and slender, and his nails were a pale pink.

He rotated his wrist; it was empty, there was nothing there.

He frowned, reached into the crack in the tree trunk, and pulled out a red rope.

The red rope was very long, one end tied to the thickest branch of the Tree of Fate, and the other end held in his hand.

He tugged at it, and the red rope broke off from the branch, causing the whole tree to shake and all the red ropes on it to sway.

He wrapped the red string around his wrist twice and tied a knot.

The red rope clung to his skin, slightly warm, as if something inside him had come alive.

His tails swayed slowly behind him; there were nine of them, white and fluffy, with a hint of silver at the tips.

He looked up and saw that the canopy of the Tree of Fate covered half the sky, and its branches were covered with red threads, red and white, new and old, hanging down densely, like red rain frozen in mid-air.

On the other side of the Tree of Fate, a soft glow shone on the trunk.

The light was dim, faint, like the color of moonlight reflecting off snow.

The ball of light grew larger and larger, peeled off the tree trunk, fell to the ground, and took the shape of a human.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders to her waist, and she wore a white robe with faint silver embroidery on the hem.

He opened his eyes; they were deep black, and the red light of the Tree of Fate reflected in his pupils.

He looked at Qiguan Yuan.

Qiguan Yuan looked at him too. The wind blew between the two of them, and the red threads on the tree swayed gently.

"Who are you?" Qiguan Yuan tilted his head, his nine tails swaying slowly behind him.

The man looked at him but did not answer immediately.

His gaze moved from Qiguan Yuan's silver hair to his red clothes, from the red clothes to his tail, and from the tail back to his face.

His lips twitched slightly, a tiny curve, but it did move. "I was born because of you."

Qiguan Yuan raised an eyebrow, and his nine tails paused for a moment before continuing to wag, "Born because of me?"

He took a step forward, his bare feet stepping on the fallen flowers without making a sound.

He raised his wrist and untied the red string wrapped around it. The string wrapped twice around his fingers, the end hanging down and swaying gently in the wind. "Then you've come at the right time. I haven't tried this before, so I don't know if it works."

He swung the red rope, and the red thread flew straight towards the man, wrapped around his wrist, and circled him once.

The person didn't dodge, but looked down at the thin red thread on their wrist.

The red thread clung to his skin, glowing faintly, before slowly sinking in, like melting snow seeping into the soil.

A faint red mark was left on his wrist.

"The Old Man of the Yue Lao) arranges fates, and the Moon Official) receives them." Qiguan Yuan took back the red string, wrapping it around his wrist, his peach blossom eyes full of cunning. "Since you were born because of me, then you shall bear the fates I don't want."

The man looked down at the mark on his wrist, stared for a moment, then looked up at Qiguan Yuan.

His expression was calm, without question or resistance, "Okay."

Qiguan Yuan was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect this person to agree so readily, without even asking why.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then felt there was nothing to say and closed his mouth.

He turned around, his nine tails flicking behind him, brushing past the man's nose, and walked toward the canopy of the Tree of Fate.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, turned his head to look at the person behind him, and asked, "What's your name?"

The person thought for a moment and said, "I don't have a name."

Qiguan Yuan looked at him.

The moonlight fell on his white robe, softening his silhouette.

It is indeed pleasing to the eye.

Qiguan Yuan turned his gaze away, looking at the red lines covering the trees overhead, and thought for a moment, "I think you should be called Xiu Yun Yin."

The man muttered those words to himself, " Xiu Yun Yin."

He looked up at Qiguan Yuan's face. "And what about you?"

Qiguan Yuan replied to his birth name, " Qiguan Yuan ".

His voice drifted from ahead, carried by the wind to Xiu Yun Yin's ears. "Let's go, Yun Yin. It's our first day together, we should get to know each other a bit, don't dawdle."

Xiu Yun Yin followed, walking half a step behind him.

The shadows of the two people were cast on the ground by the moonlight, one in red and the other in white, very close together.

When Qiguan Yuan first started working as Yue Lao, he was extremely unfamiliar with the job.

It was common for him to tie the red thread wrong. Sometimes he would tie the thread that should have been tied to Zhang Sheng to Li Sheng, and sometimes he would tie the thread that should have been tied to a finger to someone's toe because he was dozing off.

Once, he even tied two red threads together in a knot that he couldn't untie no matter what he did. He was so anxious that he squatted on the Tree of Fate, worrying about the two red threads, with the nine tails of the threads twisted together behind him.

Xiu Yun Yin stood under the tree, looking up at him. " Yuanyuan, come down."

Qiguan Yuan jumped down from the tree, his clothes getting caught on a branch and torn.

He didn't look at the opening, but handed the two knotted red threads to Xiu Yun Yin: "I can't untie them, Yun Yin. I think the red threads are broken; they're not behaving."

Xiu Yun Yin took it, ran his fingers over the red thread a few times, and the knot loosened. The two red threads split into two strands, each hanging down. "Hmm, you're being disobedient. I'll untie it for you."

He looked at Qiguan Yuan, whose tail was thrashing about in annoyance, stroked Qiguan Yuan's ear, and gently pinched it. "Doesn't your tail hurt from hitting you?"

Seeing that Yun Yin had taken care of the annoying red threads, Qiguan Yuan no longer needed to fight with his tails. He immediately jumped into Xiu Yun Yin's arms, his tails surrounding him. "Wow, Yun Yin! You're so good, I like you so much!"

Xiu Yun Yin reluctantly dragged Qi Qiguan Yuan was wrapped around him, to the tree and let him sit in his lap. He then carefully untied the knotted red threads one by one.

The other person even had the leisure to slowly lift their teacup and drink tea.

Having dumped all his responsibilities on Xiu Yun Yin, Qiguan Yuan leaned against Xiu Yun Yin's chest as if it were perfectly natural, and drifted off to sleep.

While Xiu Yun Yin was drinking tea, he perked up and asked curiously, " Yun Yin, what are you drinking? I want some too."

Xiu Yun Yin replied, "There's a kind of tea in the mortal realm called Dragon Ball Snow, it's a bit bitter, Yuanyuan, do you really want to drink it?"

Qiguan Yuan hadn't eaten much mortal food before, so he was naturally curious. He pulled Xiu Yun Yin's hand and took a sip.

The overwhelming bitterness made him frown.

After forcing himself to swallow, he slapped Xiu Yun Yin's face with a paw under her gentle gaze. "Don't laugh."

Xiu Yun Yin took his hand down and produced a square object from somewhere, feeding it to Qiguan Yuan: "I knew you couldn't endure any hardship."

Qiguan Yuan savored the sweet taste melting in his mouth, then leaned contentedly against Xiu Yun Yin's chest and closed his eyes. "Who would bother to taste bitterness? Only you would."

Xiu Yun Yin picked up the red thread again and began to untie it. "Isn't the sweetness that follows bitterness also a kind of sweetness? But if Yuanyuan doesn't like bitterness, then she can eat sweets. As long as I'm still here, I will always find the sweetest dessert for you."

His response was Qiguan Yuan's long, drawn-out breaths.

Even in the Heavenly Realm there are cold days, and those cold days are not just ordinary cold.

Qiguan Yuan is afraid of the cold, and every winter he huddles among the branches of the Tree of Fate and refuses to come out.

His nine tails covered him completely, leaving only his wet eyes visible as he looked down at the people below the tree.

Every time Xiu Yun Yin came looking for him, he would first stand under the tree and wait for Qiguan Yuan to peek out from behind the tail to look at him.

He looked up, snowflakes landing on his eyelashes. " Yuanyuan, come down."

Qiguan Yuan buried his face in his tail. "No. It's cold."

Xiu Yun Yin stood under the tree for a while.

He didn't urge Qiguan Yuan to come down, and took out a pot of wine from his sleeve.

The wine pot is made of white porcelain, very small, with no patterns on the body, and the lid is tightly closed.

He placed the wine jug beside the tree roots, sat down under the tree, leaned against the trunk, and closed his eyes for a while.

Qiguan Yuan peered down through the seam of his tail.

Snowflakes had fallen into Xiu Yun Yin's hair and onto his white robes, making him almost blend into the snow.

Qiguan Yuan jumped down from the tree, landing with a soft thud, leaving a shallow dent in the snow.

He brushed the snow off Xiu Yun Yin's head and also brushed the snow off Xiu Yun Yin's eyelashes.

Xiu Yun Yin opened her eyes and looked at him.

Qiguan Yuan sat down next to him, spread out his nine tails, and wrapped them around their bodies.

Xiu Yun Yin's body was very cold, and it took him a while to warm up. "I really don't know why you're not afraid of the cold."

Qiguan Yuan reached out to grab the wine pot.

The snow outside the wine pot had melted and was damp. He unscrewed the lid, and the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafted from the spout, mingled with the coolness of the snow water.

He took a sip; the wine was warm, and it warmed him all the way down his throat to his stomach.

He paused for a moment, then glanced at Xiu Yun Yin: "Did you warm the wine?" Qiguan Yuan asked.

Xiu Yun Yin looked intently at Qiguan Yuan: "Hmm."

Qiguan Yuan held the wine pot to his lips. "You drink too."

Xiu Yun Yin took the wine pot, took a sip, and then handed it back.

Qiguan Yuan hugged the wine pot to his chest and took another sip.

The wine was sweet, not spicy, and the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms filled my mouth.

This wine was brewed for him by Xiu Yun Yin.

Qiguan Yuan likes to drink, but he can't handle very strong liquor, so Xiu Yun Yin brewed eighteen jars of osmanthus wine specifically for Qiguan Yuan's taste and buried them under the Tree of Fate.

Every year he would brew a new jar to replenish it.

However, Qiguan Yuan often liked to sneak a sip, so Xiu Yun Yin actually brewed more than one jar each year.

However, the eighteen jars of wine under the Tree of Fate were never missing; every time Qiguan Yuan went to steal wine, there was always some left.

He leaned against Xiu Yun Yin's shoulder, his tail wrapping around them even tighter. " Yun Yin, when are you going to warm the wine?"

Xiu Yun Yin said, "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

Qiguan Yuan remained silent.

He finished the last drop of wine in the flask and placed the empty flask on the snow.

Qiguan Yuan loves to tease Xiu Yun Yin when he has nothing better to do.

He used the Dust-Settling Red Cord to transform into a butterfly, and when Xiu Yun Yin wasn't paying attention, he placed the butterfly on Su Yunyin's shoulder, then told Xiu Yun Yin that he couldn't find the Dust-Settling Red Cord anymore.

Ask Xiu Yun Yin to find it for him.

On one occasion, Qiguan Yuan used the Dust-Settling Red Cord to entangle Xiu Yun Yin's wrist.

The red thread was wrapped around and around, binding his hands behind his back.

Qiguan Yuan stood in front of him, tilting his head to look at him. "Try struggling? Let's see how strong my red sash is."

Xiu Yun Yin did not struggle.

He looked down at the red thread on his wrist, stared for a moment, then looked up at Qiguan Yuan: "Very strong."

Qiguan Yuan was dissatisfied. "How can I know if it's secure if you don't try? What if you break free and my red sash isn't of good quality, and it breaks halfway through the binding?"

Xiu Yun Yin thought for a moment, then struggled, but the red thread remained unmoved.

Under Qiguan Yuan's gaze, he struggled again, but still didn't move.

Qiguan Yuan was satisfied. He took back the red thread and wrapped it back around his wrist.

A faint red mark was left on Xiu Yun Yin's wrist.

Qiguan Yuan looked at the red mark and touched it. "Does it hurt?"

Xiu Yun Yin shook his head.

Qiguan Yuan withdrew his hand, turned around, and flicked his nine tails behind him. "I won't tie you up anymore. You didn't even try to dodge, it was pointless."

Xiu Yun Yin watched his retreating figure, followed him, and walked half a step behind him. "How could I bear to break free Yuanyuan the red thread that Yuanyuan tied with her own hands?"

Qiguan Yuan relied on Yun Yin and never thought much about his relationship with Xiu Yun Yin before.

It wasn't until they had been together for a very long time that he suddenly began to ponder what exactly was between him and Xiu Yun Yin.

But just as he realized what should be between them, the Tree of Fate sensed what the Lord of Marriage, who should belong to Marriage but shouldn't possess it, was thinking.

The relationship between the two can be described as a tragic fate.

As the Yue Lao Qiguan Yuan should suffer the backlash from the Power of Marriage of the Tree of Fate.

Qiguan Yuan felt an unprecedented anger.

Why is it that even as the Yue Lao, he can't control the person he likes?

It couldn't be a tragic fate between him and Yun Yin.

Qiguan Yuan's Dust-Settling Red Cord flew off his wrist, weaving into a net to block in front of him.

The black mist crashed into the net, causing the red ribbon to tremble violently and emit a sharp buzzing sound.

Qiguan Yuan's fingers clenched the end of the red ribbon, his knuckles turning white, the red thread digging into his palm.

He actually intended to confront the very Tree of Fate that gave birth to him, the Tree of Fate that was his origin.

Xiu Yun Yin rushed over and stood in front of Qiguan Yuan.

He reached out and pried Qiguan Yuan's fingers off the red ribbon, holding his hand in his own. " Yuanyuan, let go."

Qiguan Yuan looked at him.

Xiu Yun Yin's expression was calm, as usual. His eyes were deep black, reflecting Qiguan Yuan's face and the overwhelming black mist behind him.

That was the punishment that the Tree of Fate was about to bestow upon him.

The Tree of Fate does not need a disobedient marriage master.

This black mist was specifically targeting Qiguan Yuan's life.

"What are you talking about?" Qiguan Yuan looked at Xiu Yun Yin, who was blocking his way. " Yun Yin, get out of the way, I'm going to beat this stinky tree until it submits."

Xiu Yun Yin did not move aside.

He placed Qiguan Yuan's hand on his chest, right next to his heart.

Qiguan Yuan's heartbeat came through his palm, steady and steady.

" Yuanyuan, I was born because of you." Xiu Yun Yin's voice was soft. " The Yue Lao arranges fates, and the Moon Official receives them. I knew from the first day your Dust-Settling Red Cord was tied to my wrist. Whatever your red thread is tied to, I will bear. Your ill-fated destiny is also mine."

Qiguan Yuan's mind went blank for a moment.

Looking at Xiu Yun Yin's face, he recalled with some panic his words: " The Yue Lao arranges fates, Moon Official receives them. Since you were born because of me, then bear the fates I don't want for me."

The black mist crashed in.

Xiu Yun Yin's body blocked Qiguan Yuan's body, and the black mist surged into his chest like a tide.

His face turned transparent in that instant, like a block of ice being thrown into hot water. He didn't make a sound, but Qiguan Yuan could feel it; the hand he was holding was trembling.

" Yun Yin! Let me go!" Qiguan Yuan struggled desperately, Dust-Settling Red Cord flew off his wrist, wrapped around Xiu Yun Yin's waist, and tried to pull him back.

The red thread passed through Xiu Yun Yin's body, as if passing through a phantom.

Qiguan Yuan flicked the red thread again, and it passed through Xiu Yun Yin's body once more.

He swung the Dust-Settling Red Cord again and again, and each time it passed right through.

Xiu Yun Yin looked down at the red line that pierced through his chest and reached out to touch it.

The red thread flashed between his fingers and then retracted onto Qiguan Yuan's wrist.

"It can't be tied anymore." Qiguan Yuan's voice didn't sound like his own.

"Why? Why can't it be tied? No... Yun Yin..." His eyes reddened, without tears, but it was more heartbreaking than tears.

Xiu Yun Yin raised his hand, his fingers touching Qiguan Yuan's eye corner, and gently wiped it.

His fingers were cold, devoid of warmth. "Don't cry," he said. "I've simply returned to the place before you were born, Yuanyuan. I will stay with you in the Tree of Fate."

Qiguan Yuan grabbed his hand, holding it tightly.

"You said you'd stay with me for a long time." Qiguan Yuan's voice broke.

Xiu Yun Yin looked at him, giving him one last glance.

He looked at Qiguan Yuan's silver hair, at his red robes, and at the light that shattered in his peach blossom eyes.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, a faint, gentle smile, "I'm sorry, Yuanyuan, would you allow me to break my promise this time?"

His voice grew softer and softer. " Yuanyuan, you must take good care of yourself. If you can, forget me, just pretend I never existed."

His hand slipped out of Qiguan Yuan's grasp.

The body began to dissipate, turning into specks of light that floated upwards one by one.

His dark hair came undone, his white robes came undone, and finally, his face disappeared.

His eyes remained fixed on Qiguan Yuan until the last speck of light drifted away.

Qiguan Yuan sat under the Tree of Fate, still holding his hand.

His fingers clenched, grasping only air; Yun Yin... was gone...

The Tree of Fate fell silent.

The black fog dissipated.

The tree was covered with red threads hanging down, one by one, quietly dangling from the branches.

Everyone in the Heavenly Realm knew that the Moon Official had suddenly perished, Yue Lao had subsequently sacrificed his divine essence and left the Heavenly Realm.

During his years of searching for Yun Yin, Qiguan Yuan took away the wine that Yun Yin had brewed for him.

Buried beneath that Tree of Fate in the mortal realm.

This Tree of Fate was uprooted from the Heavenly Realm Tree of Fate and transplanted here by Qiguan Yuan.

He desperately wanted to destroy the Tree of Fate that represented his very origins.

But that won't work; the Yun Yin inside.

Qiguan Yuan followed Xiu Yun Yin and replenished himself with a jar of wine every year.

However, after Xiu Yun Yin finished drinking the eighteen jars of wine he had brewed, the wine he drank was very spicy.

That sweet osmanthus wine is gone forever.

At some point, Qiguan Yuan also fell in love with the taste of Longtuan Shengxue.

I don't know when, but gradually, he also developed a gentle personality.

That clearly belongs to Yun Yin.

The bitterness of the Longtuan Shengxue tea stimulates the tip of the tongue, and only after a long time does it slowly bring a sweet taste.

Later, Qiguan Yuan learned that Long Tuanshengxue was not actually suffering; it was just that he couldn't bear the hardship.

Yun Yin had always known that he disliked bitterness and was certain that he would want to try it, so he chose the clear and sweet Longtuan Shengxue tea.

The old man of the Yue Lao) who arranges marriages and the Moon Official who receives them has somehow changed to the Yue Lao arranging marriages and the Moon Official guarding them.