Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 120 The Night Moon Gathering Ends

After coming out, this person hadn't thought much of it at first, but when they turned around and looked at the sky, they suddenly remembered that they seemed to have promised someone something, and were instantly jolted back to reality.

After quickly sensing that the other person was not around, Mo Wunian realized that the other person must have already left. He didn't care about any upcoming activities; after all, wanderers had plenty of companions, and he wouldn't make a difference.

But that person was different—

He didn't even dare to imagine what that yandere might do if she got angry.

He couldn't even imagine encountering such a bloody scene with wanderers!

The phantom created by the swirling rain was already so violent; who knows if real people would be even more ferocious in a fight?

Manipulating space to escape directly, it wasn't the first or second time he'd run away from the drifters, so one more time wouldn't matter.

With this mindset to comfort myself, I handed over the video I had recorded while staying by their side, then turned and disappeared.

……

"Little White—I'm here, I'm here, I'm here..."

How long have you been waiting here?

I rushed to the agreed-upon location, and from afar I could already see someone leaning against a tree, squinting, waiting for someone to arrive.

Seemingly sensing someone's arrival, Ge Shulin opened his eyes and looked at Mo Wunian with a slightly speechless expression.

"You don't need to say it so many times, I can hear you."

"...It wasn't long, we just arrived."

"I feel a little bad for being a bit late."

"But...did you really only stay for a short while?"

Walking up to the other person, looking at the leaf on their head, I struggled to stand on tiptoe and reached out to take it off. I shook the leaf in my hand and smiled.

Leaves have fallen on your head, and you still say you were only there for a short while?

"You probably haven't been waiting here since before dawn, have you?"

He looked at the person in front of him with a hint of provocation; based on his impression of the other person, the other really did seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing.

This is what happened after I messed up my character's personality and made it out of character.

Seeing that Ge Shulin was still hesitant, Mo Wunian was almost certain of his own thoughts. He sighed and delivered a decisive blow.

"Don't lie to me."

"...I stayed here for about four or five hours, completed the mission from the Remnant Star Society, and then waited here."

"You are one of them..."

Hearing Ge Shulin's nonchalant words, as if he didn't realize how serious the situation was, Mo Wunian could only let him be.

"Wow, the Remnant Star Society is really this uninhibited? I thought you guys were either fighting or on your way to fight all the time."

"That's not the case. Generally, once we complete the mission from the Remnant Star Society, we are free to do as we please."

"My usual task is simply to follow you; other arrangements only come occasionally."

"...From this perspective, the Remnant Star Society is actually quite normal in some ways."

At least this work system... is much better than when he used to work at the company.

Seeing the increasingly weary faces of those around him, Mo Wunian felt extremely guilty, and increasingly regretted not being able to stop them from doing that thing back when they were still in Ji Yan.

"...Sigh, are you really not considering coming back?"

"The Remnant Star Society isn't a good organization... You're bound to get into trouble if you stay there..."

Ge Shulin stood to the side, listening to these two sentences in silence for a while. He lowered his gaze as if he were thinking about something, but eventually turned his gaze back to the person beside him. The expression in his eyes made it impossible for Mo Wunian to discern his emotions for a moment.

"There's no going back now, Mo Wunian."

"My current identity, my current situation... I can't go back."

"This prefecture cannot tolerate me."

"..."

After a long pause, Mo Wunian finally realized what a stupid thing he had just said:

The other party's current identity is that of the Remnant Star Society! They've been missing in Jinzhou for three years, not to mention what they've done in those three years while searching for me...

The other person really only has themselves left.

"……sorry"

He deserves to die! How could he let a general go astray because of him!

"I chose this path myself, it's not your fault."

"Or rather, I'm the one who should really apologize..."

"You endured so much all by yourself, and... I didn't even realize it until I died."

"...Little Bai...how come you've become a riddle solver now?"

"What can I handle? Actually, I'm quite sensitive...?"

Feeling somewhat guilty, he looked away. In truth, after learning most of the details, he knew that his previous ability to withstand pressure had probably reached a level he couldn't have predicted.

But now that he has no memory, he is actually not very good at handling pressure. If you scold him, he will definitely sulk for a long time!

"Ha, if you're so fragile, then there aren't many mentally strong people in the Sorilas."

"...Anyway, you'll never remember those things again, so just consider it a nightmare."

"This time, let's not take on those burdens again."

Ge Shulin's words made Mo Wunian fall into deep thought again. He rested his chin on his hand and nodded thoughtfully.

Although everyone says their past memories are unpleasant, the kind that would make them scream if they saw them again, you also have to consider whether the consciousness of that world agrees.

And he even got the Savior instance... but the problem is he simply doesn't have that kind of resolve.

So what kind of training did he undergo... to decide to undergo a process that others would find terrifying?

Just as Mo Wunian was getting more and more into his thoughts, he was suddenly hit on the head with a sharp blow, which interrupted his increasingly complex train of thought.

I was just about to rub my head and question the person next to me about what they were doing when I accidentally bumped into their hand.

"..."

His head was roughly ruffled, and his hand was taken into the other's palm. Mo Wunian was no longer in the mood to think about anything else.

Anyway, there will be plenty of time to think about those things later. It's not too late to consider them when the time comes. For now, I'll just obediently accompany that guy who almost turned to the dark side!

"Stop rubbing... Why do you all like to rub other people's heads?"

"Even though I'm not going to grow any taller, you can't be like this!"

"..."

Sensing the person beside him abruptly stop what they were doing, Mo Wunian was momentarily stunned. Looking at the fleeting sadness in Ge Shulin's eyes, he was completely dumbfounded.

"...I almost forgot your time has been frozen, sorry."

"??? From which part of my sentence did you suddenly shove a knife in there?!"

Can't we just have a peaceful holiday?! Don't let him shove a knife into your throat just because you hear him say something casually!

He himself didn't even realize it!

Gritting his teeth, he stood on tiptoe and cupped the other person's face in his hands. Without a word, he pulled the other's wandering gaze back to him. He gently lowered the other's head slightly until their eyes were level, until he saw the other's somewhat surprised look.

"Seriously, that's enough. Don't just throw out knives on such a nice day, okay?"

"I'm just here to keep you company; I don't want to think about anything else."

"Don't bring up these things, but if you really want to come back someday..."

"I will do everything in my power to help you."

"..."

The moonlight, like a soft silver veil, gently draped over their shoulders, and for a moment, the silence was so profound it seemed as if the world had stopped breathing. However, this brief tranquility was shattered by a sudden explosion in the distance. Almost simultaneously, their gazes turned in the direction from which the sound came.

Looking up, the night sky over Jinzhou City was ablaze with dazzling fireworks. One after another, fireworks soared into the heavens, blooming brilliantly in the vast expanse of the sky, like stars fallen to earth, their shimmering light breathtakingly beautiful. Those fleeting yet incomparably brilliant lights reflected on faces, adding an indescribable atmosphere to the night.

"...That's true, it's really not the right time to bring this up."

"Otherwise what? I didn't use my ethereal form when I saw you this time."

"I'll accompany you if I say I will; I'm not one to lie."

"..."

Looking up at Ge Shulin's somewhat confused expression and the hand that had already wrapped around his waist, he glanced at the distance between them, then closed his eyes and sighed.

Then, to the other person's incredulous gaze, she leaned in and kissed their lips.

"!!!"

The boy's kissing skills were very inexperienced; he almost clumsily placed his lips on his own, then seemed lost and unsure of what to do next, remaining frozen in place.

In a matter of seconds, Ge Shulin reacted swiftly, turning the tables and pulling his opponent into his arms. It was a long time before they reluctantly separated.

"...Can I take that as your tacit agreement?"

"...I'll only satisfy you this once...after all, you always bite me whenever you try to kiss me..."

"I actually don't like the smell of blood."

He disliked the smell of blood, because every time he smelled it, someone had been injured.

He dislikes seeing anyone get hurt and doesn't want anyone to leave because of injury.

This was the smell he hated most on the battlefield, yet also the smell he knew best.

I looked away, not daring to meet the gaze of the person in front of me. I never imagined that in that moment of mental confusion, I would actually kiss them.

This has made an already big misunderstanding even bigger.

Ugh! These kinds of things always happen during holidays, don't they?!

Just as Mo Wunian was inwardly regretting his impulsive behavior, he felt his hand being pulled. In the instant he turned his head, he saw that the person had lowered their head and gently placed a kiss on the back of his hand.

"..."

"...It's alright if I can't respond, it's alright if I can't distinguish between love and hate..."

"It's enough that I love you."

I love you...that's enough.

The second round of fireworks masked the person's second repetition, but the dazzling display of fireworks couldn't confuse the person.

"...Didn't we agree...we wouldn't be handing out knives?"

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You didn't think it was over, did you? Although the morning, afternoon, and evening are all scheduled, there's one very special time that will be reserved for a very special person.

Two people who cannot meet before the final moment arrive... can only catch a glimpse of each other in dreams—

Sitting in the chair in the room, scanning the surroundings, there's no doubt that the dream time was mostly spent with someone else.

He skillfully poured himself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and looked up to see the door being pushed open. The person who had been his mortal enemy long ago walked in, casually pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite him.

"Seriously, you didn't even give me a little time on such a nice day."

"I'll have to book a room just for you."

"...The problem is I don't know how to book a room and invite you, since I don't know how you control my dreams."

Mo Wunian looked somewhat aggrieved, put down his teacup, and gazed pitifully at the person drinking water, a look that nearly made the person choke on their tea.

"Cough cough cough... Uh, it really is my problem."

"Forget that half of your current power was taken away by me, and now you can't remember anything."

"Besides... I've never seen you like this before, it's quite rare. Let me take a picture."

"?"

With a click, Mo Wunian watched as the other person pulled a camera out of thin air and quickly snapped a picture.

"Fun, I love playing"

"..."

Speechless, I stared at the inexplicably excited person in front of me, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word. In the end, I just let them do as they pleased.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy."

"By the way, didn't you go with me to experience some kind of promotion before?"

"are you OK?"

"Me? What problem could I possibly have?"

"They just rewrote the script and took away the scenes that were originally yours."

"Besides, didn't you stop me at that crucial moment? Otherwise, that would have been a much bigger problem."

"...You know that if I hadn't stopped you, there would have been a big problem."

Hearing the nonchalant words of the person in front of him, Mo Wunian felt a sudden surge of worry and lingering fear.

That feeling was etched into his soul—it was as if he would instinctively lean towards that person whenever he saw him for all eternity.

I will always believe in you.

"I believe you will never put me in danger, and will always save me in crucial moments."

"This is my confidence."

The hooded man didn't say much, only offering a simple response. Although he couldn't see the other man's face clearly, he was certain that his gaze was firm and resolute.

The other person truly and unconditionally trusts me and is willing to do anything for me.

Just as he learned from the world consciousness—this person will always respect all his choices.

"……sorry"

He lowered his head and uttered those words to that person, seemingly not only speaking on their behalf, but also expressing the same thought within himself.

"...Is this what you wanted to say?"

"Honestly... it's still just as awkward as before. I've told you so many times, but you still prefer it this way..."

"It's like I've confessed my feelings countless times before, and he always treats me like a child... It's really enough."

"..."

Okay, it seems his daily interactions with the other person weren't normal before.

But just as Mo Wunian was about to sit down and listen quietly to the other person speak, the person's tone suddenly changed, and a sharp, ruthless aura emanated from them.

"But that's normal. Back then, you couldn't even distinguish between love and hate, so how could you possibly respond to me?"

"...But in the end, I'm still the first person to get a confession from you, anyway, I don't care!"

"Even though other men got to know you before me, I'm determined to leave a place for you in my heart!"

"Even you now are the same!"

"..."

I was a little dizzy from that direct approach, and I almost couldn't catch what the other person was saying next. Then, the other person grabbed my hand, pressed against me, and chuckled.

"How about this, let's make a deal?"

"From now on, as long as you want to live, pray for my arrival in your heart."

"Whatever the transaction, even a contract will be above all else—"

"But correspondingly"

"When the final moment arrives..."

Please don't leave me alone again.

A fleeting dream may be the only way for the two of them to meet.

But as he once said—a person is defined by all his experiences and memories.

This dream will serve as his memory, accompanying him to the very end.