novelaction Chapter 392 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 13
Chapter 392 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 13
Chapter 392 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (13)
Sui Si's teeth stopped abruptly just before touching her skin, and Ran Cang seized the opportunity to feed him the truth mixed with candy:
"My brother's sense of taste has deteriorated."
After saying that, he proudly raised his chin.
As if sensing the subtle atmosphere, the icicles under the eaves suddenly cracked, making a soft "crack" sound.
Ran Cang's left hand, which was behind her back, was frantically regenerating the knuckles that had been corroded by the syrup.
The excruciating pain made her brow furrow slightly, but she continued humming a cheerful tune and casually strumming the strings of her instrument.
Hidden within the notes of the five notes (Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu) is an unfinished farewell poem, which she gently crushed and scattered into the trembling ice strings, drifting away into the distance with the melodious music.
The sudden rain at Shenshi (3-5 PM) came without warning, as if God had suddenly overturned a basin of water, and large raindrops pelted down.
Ran Cang, barefoot, happily waded into the puddles, splashing up sparkling water droplets.
Her skirt was soaked by the rain and clung tightly to her legs.
She ran to Sui Si's side, grabbed his arm, and said coquettishly:
“Brother, carry me and count the rain curtains in front of the courtyard.”
Sui Si smiled helplessly, bent down, and let Ran Cang climb onto his back.
Her brother's bamboo-like back pressed against her chest, causing a sharp pain. That place, where her divine bones should have been, was now filled with an illusion woven from frost.
A hint of melancholy flashed in Ran Cang's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a cheerful smile.
"one two Three……"
Ran Cang lay on Sui Si's back, her fingers tapping lightly in the air in rhythm with the sound of rain.
"The 973rd drop."
Sui Si suddenly stopped under the plum tree, his voice steady and calm.
Ran Cang's gesture of counting raindrops froze in mid-air. This was her favorite trick when she caused trouble in the Star Palace back then. She never expected that her brother would still remember it.
At this moment, real raindrops are piercing through the dark clouds she has conjured, leaving golden streaks on Sui Si's shoulders, like a mysterious ink painting.
At midnight, all was quiet except for the howling wind from the Arctic Abyss.
Ran Cang curled up on Sui Si's lap, intently weaving sword tassels.
The silkworm silk was both fine and tough. When she accidentally cut her fingertip, what seeped out was not blood, but shimmering stardust, which looked like twinkling stars in the dim light.
She deliberately wrapped the star-stained silk thread around her brother's wrist and said with a smile:
"Tomorrow I'll tie the wooden sword to the ground and surely be able to cut down the Milky Way..."
That smile held a longing for the past and a yearning for the future, even though she knew it might all be just wishful thinking.
Sui Si suddenly grabbed her mischievous hand, the golden patterns on his palm shining brightly, making her soul burn.
“Ayu used to love phoenix knots the most.”
Sui Si said softly, a hint of melancholy in his voice.
An icy chill rose in Ran Cang's throat. The seven hundred knot-tying techniques had long been forgotten during the sacrificial memory; now, he was merely tying childish knots.
Her hands trembled slightly, her heart filled with guilt and helplessness, yet she didn't know how to respond to her brother's words.
At dawn, the night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve.
Ran Cang slipped a small ice sculpture under Sui Si's pillow; it was a portrait she had repeatedly revised based on the water mirror.
Her dimples should be half a inch deeper than they are now, and her eyebrows should be raised an inch higher. She wanted to freeze his most spirited moment forever in her heart.
Looking at the ice sculpture, Ran Cang's eyes were filled with tenderness and reluctance, as if he were saying goodbye to the past.
As Sui Si "looked" at the dressing table through the morning mist, Ran Cang was practicing her coquettish expression in front of the bronze mirror.
She lifted the corners of her cracked lips, added some color to her eyes, and tried to make herself look like the carefree girl she used to be.
Turning around, she was once again the little sister who loved to tug at his sleeve for candy, smiling as she said:
"If you can guess which hand I hid the plum in today, you can take your brother to touch the sea of clouds."
That smile was as bright as the warm spring sun, yet it carried a hint of sadness that was hard to detect.
The instant Sui Si accurately struck her left hand, the ice hairpin in her dyed white hair suddenly shattered, making a crisp sound.
She smiled and swallowed the ice crystals in her throat, not telling him that the sea of clouds had already transformed into a torrent of data three days earlier.
The right hand hidden behind his back is rapidly weathering away, as if it has been ruthlessly eroded by the giant hand of time.
The plum he had just touched was now riddled with tattered divine oracle bones, as if telling a story about to vanish.
On the day of Frost's Descent, just as the morning light touched the windowpanes, Ran Cang got up very early.
She stood in front of the dressing table, her gaze sweeping over the clothes in the closet, finally settling on the pomegranate red dress.
This dress is no ordinary garment; it was formed from the rosy light that Sui Si brought back from the banquet at Yaochi 70,000 years ago.
With a gentle shake, the hem of her skirt flowed like a galaxy, shimmering with a dreamlike halo, concealing the stardust that constantly fell from her fingertips, like tiny fragments of stars.
"I must dress up nicely today."
Ran Cang smiled faintly and murmured to himself.
She carefully picked up the dress and slowly put it on, every movement filled with tenderness.
After dressing, Ran Cang stepped lightly barefoot onto the ice table, which was chillingly cold, but she seemed completely unaware of it.
She raised her hand and gently moved the scorched-tail zither that her brother Sui Si usually used to to the side, then picked up the ice-string zither made from her own spine, a hint of determination and pleasure flashing in her eyes.
"Listen to 'Breaking the Enemy's Formation' today!"
She spoke loudly, her clear voice echoing through the empty palace.
The melodious sound of the zither flowed from her fingertips.
She had played this piece countless times, but today it held a hidden meaning; she had secretly changed the last note to the tune of rebirth.
As the melody climbed higher, the tune became more and more exciting, and Ran Cang's expression became more and more radiant.
Suddenly, the hairpin in her hair could no longer bear the weight and burst open with a "snap," sending sharp ice crystals piercing straight into her temple.
But she seemed oblivious to the pain, instead smiling even more radiantly, her smile filled with a resolute determination as if facing death.
Sui Si, who was pouring tea, suddenly froze in mid-air.
The Ice Soul pendant on his earlobe now reflected the gradually disintegrating star map behind Ran Cang, like a mysterious scroll about to disappear.
But he simply lowered his eyes, gently blew away the steam from the tea, and spoke in a calm and unwavering voice:
I'll find you a better instrument another day.
The tone was as if they were talking about something extremely ordinary.
Upon hearing this, Ran Cang chuckled and put down his zither. Like a nimble little deer, he hopped over to Sui Si's side and reached out to snatch the teacup from his hand.
Her pomegranate-colored skirt fluttered, accidentally brushing against the candlestick on the table.
Strangely, the ice candle, which should have been eternally burning, slowly dripped blood tears, as if weeping for the impending tragedy.
"oops!"
Ran Cang exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly covering his face with his sleeve, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.
Little did she know that Sui Si's hidden sword had already been drawn three inches from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a cold light. It was actually a reforged version of the Frost Soul Hairpin that she had broken in the snow yesterday.
At three quarters past noon, sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds onto the snow-covered ground of the palace.
Ran Cang said with great interest:
"Brother, I've learned a new Hu Xuan dance, I'll show you!"
Without waiting for Sui Si's response, she turned and began to dance.
She concentrated her last divine power on her toes, and with each turn and leap, a gust of wind and snow rose up, carrying with it fragments of her golden body, like a grand yet poignant curtain call.
Sui Si sat to the side, quietly watching her, his expression complex and hard to decipher.
When Ran Cang spun to the ninety-ninth time, Sui Si suddenly clapped his hands and sang. His voice was deep and mellow, and every note was precisely pressed on Ran Cang's joints that were about to break, like a deadly ensemble.
"Brother is cheating!"
Ran Cang cried out in surprise, stumbled, and fell next to Sui Si.
She secretly hid her shattered ankle bone, but a smile still lingered on her face.
Sui Si's palm was placed on her back, where there should have been a regular heartbeat, but now there was only a swirling nebula.
The white blindfold covering his eyes was gently lifted by the divine patterns emanating from his dyed gray hair, revealing the golden divine essence that had solidified in his eyes.
Ran Cang looked up at him and suddenly reached out to touch his trembling eyelids.