Chapter 1397: with translation of chapter title

NO. 13: Their entanglement is above you.

Then he picked up the wine cup, rich in ancient charm.

That style, which would only be common if Dongyan's history were pushed forward two thousand years, is here readily available; together with the noisy throng of countless diners who have feasted on food and drink, it freezes-frame another world's past.

Although it clashes completely with the scenery of the whole Jiemen Xiqu, as if something original had been dug out and this building forcibly slapped on, yet this street and these high-rises also likewise stem from his memory.

That memory stems from a dream, from a distant journey, guided by one who has grasped life in every detail, who brings him to appreciate the local customs and feelings of that otherworldly route.

Unfortunately, what truly leaves an impression on him is only from the past three-odd months; earlier there should have been more memories, but they were excluded by the brain's protective subconscious due to the vast scale of those experiences themselves.

Even if some slip-through fragments manage to form scattered impressions, they are likewise further shattered by that guide, solely to lessen their impact on his reality.

Of course, the actual reason is not merely that.

At that time, Ling, who still didn't know what attitude to take or how to handle things, only thought of maintaining the status quo, so he didn't even give Aomo Ding a chance to retain any memory; later, when there was no longer a need to rush to show off everything for sheer enjoyment…… the journey in the dream began to slow, and the length of the experience was not enough to be exaggerated to the point of impacting his personality after waking.

Finally, the demon also began to have dreams that left memories upon waking.

As of now, in the two months since the relationship was confirmed, the nature of that dream has actually changed.

Miss Ling, who is usually appearing and disappearing, actually has a low attendance rate in late-night real-world group activities, giving Isamara many chances to be the sole main C and highest damage-taker in team battles, which invisibly helped boost her sense of belonging and that tiny competitive spirit in that scarlet place.

But if you therefore assume that Miss Ling, the great poet, is carefree and unworldly, with no interest in romance or desire——then you are being a bit too hasty.

During the first month after confirming the relationship, Aomo almost every night, during that hard-won sleep time, would have a dream in which his bodily sensation was stretched out extremely long.

Such dreams possess a very subtle duality.

On one hand, it guarantees Aomo's rest efficiency, allowing his brain and mind to achieve an efficient rest state even in overly short sleep.

On the other hand……

Aomo, after resting enough in the dream, will be squeezed. jpg

Squeezed, then rest. jpg

Unless it's at the beginning, or if Manchester City Chazuo visits midway, otherwise the sensation synced from the dream to the real body will even cause the keen-smelling Texas and Isamara to silently open their eyes.

The former would still say things like just not wanting to dirty the sheets, while the latter would openly and directly go for the self-serve milk, thus truly being treated as a boss to be beaten.

The dream-linked combo skill, even if the demon's combat strength is as strong as that of the border militia, will still recall Millet Mother's words in the post-battle settlement phase.

I feel this will cause rapid aging, so I should pay attention to health. jpg

As a trainer, as a trainer who reads 《Nutrition Science》 and consistently takes charge of cooking, he indeed pays quite a bit of attention to health maintenance, but he never imagined this would happen to him.

But fortunately, the most harmful to the body occurs only in the first month.

The psychological changes inadvertently triggered by just having confirmed the relationship, plus knowing the taste of marrow, plus the presence of other women…… Under the overlapping of all those buffs, even Ling's personality cannot avoid becoming abnormal.

The violent state of drinking and eating meat without conflict never lasted more than a month; in the second month, Ling obviously no longer had as many zero-frame starts, nor as many feint fast-slow blades, which once made Aomo somewhat unaccustomed.

Then, after being squeezed again due to a disaster caused by speech, he finally understood the magnanimity of 'respect' the other party.

Actually, whatever happens in the dream is still fine.

Just once awake, discovering someone lying on top of him, or being tightly hugged while someone racks up damage, is truly embarrassing to the point he has no face to say anything; it can be said to greatly reduce the male's speaking rights, and is undoubtedly a manifestation of losing control of the situation.

At this point, Aomo naturally prefers that Ling join the group in reality, while Ling always laughs heartily at this, saying 'next time for sure,' but then in the next dream she again gives him some new tense and stimulating patterns.

Enough already; really, when will there be a method that can precisely micro-cut the synchronization of spirit and body?

In my impression, source energy has had similar research before, and the technology side also has cases of applying neural input to shield perception.

If it weren't that simple methods are all blanket cutoffs, which easily cause loss of crisis awareness and lower the coordination between soul and body, he wouldn't have to be repeatedly farmed as if he'd made no growth.

But before he got anxious enough to actually free up time to think of a solution, Ling instead raised her hand and surrendered.

Turning little interests into little emotions is not worth it; taking it seriously goes overboard. Although he has little experience with romance comics, it's not hard to understand this poet's ordinary human feelings, and it also lets the dream's nature revert to its past diversity, rather than being solely fixed as 'spring dream time'.

Although when those familiar places and that familiar her appear together, Aomo, who is like being reverse-trained into a little SP, will somewhat have his mind wander, but the tranquil will and inner potential that could be written in the 《Trainer PrettyDerby》 card data still enable him to focus his mind to overcome that incomplete training.

Don't let your will crush your desire!

No, I said it backwards, sorry. jpg

First, let us set aside food and lust, return to a still, icy realm where snow falls silently; in silence we commemorate and wait——the time has come, in that as-usual staying up late, but now in the midst of struggling with work, Aomo, who temporarily does not consider any frivolous developments, simply unfolds an old scene, awaiting Ling's timely arrival.

At the time when school is to start and work is to resume, some subtle headaches are naturally not suitable to be lightly spoken of.

But you can always trust Ling.

She, very idle!

She, very indifferent!

She does not reject those twisted and turned, delicate yet unusual feelings; on the contrary, her tail moves with great interest—on the long page of the Yellow Crane Tower's inscription, she writes some tangled text, indeed poetic inspiration flows abundantly, and she might even dance a few rounds.

This too can be considered habitual.

Aomo quite likes her flowing, graceful dance posture, which is completely different from the street dance steps he has rehearsed; he occasionally even gains a bit of inspiration from it, feeling it could be used in the choreography work for Aizhi and her team's winner stage (choreography/dance motion design, a term especially common in the home dance field).

Just like now, she sits opposite, shaking her head and swaying, while her slender, winding tail already dances with ink splatters, leaving countless graceful and vigorous characters on the long page of the pavilion reserved for inscribing masters' words——this differs greatly from the sturdy and vigorous impression seen last time, and is also one of Ling's astonishing strengths.

Generally speaking, a person's handwriting is highly recognizable, representative, and unique.

Although many people can imitate handwriting, someone like Ling who can write in various distinct styles, clearly already detached from the concept of imitation, is evidently extraordinary and transcendent.

As for her saying this amounts to nothing, it's not even comparable to the fur of her fifth younger sister at home……

Perhaps that's the case, but explaining the profound differences within a professional field to laypeople is meaningless.

Aomo naturally doesn't care about the calligraphic skill of that younger sister-in-law; his superficial aesthetic of calligraphy, just looking at Ling's characters that change with the meaning of her poetry, is already enough; although after looking it turns out to be practically useless, Ling won't give any advice.

But he indeed doesn't need advice either.

The way to respond has been decided from the start; regardless of whether that affection is real or fake, its composition doesn't hinder his view of Zhen Jiling as still a child.

So, just leave it to time.

Whether Zhen Jiling ultimately achieves the goal, or whether one's own perspective remains stubborn, time will prove it; but this just falls into the classic 'I know what to do, but my head still hurts'.

Analysis and guidance are meaningless; all he can do is find something to do to shift his mood.

For example, confiding in that dream, over a light drink, listening to music and watching dance.

At this point, he has not yet realized.

At least he can fall asleep.

You should reflect on those few people who were there together the next day—That Aimu Zhiji, that Zhen Jiling, that Ailisuzhi...

At this moment, who among them can truly enter the land of dreams?