HEIFEIGU -Chapter 157

The overseas premiere wasn’t as grand as the domestic one, but Pearl had arranged it warmly.

Most of the attendees were film fans who came in three generations, many elderly.

During the screening, one could occasionally hear their long sighs.

After the film, the creators came on stage to greet everyone but didn’t speak much.

Qian Shuyun knew why these people had come and left the remaining time for the audience to discuss among themselves.

He listened as they spoke in their various hometown accents, their aged voices recounting connections with the Yin family and Yin Wenshan.

The ghost seated in the central front row smiled.

So many people’s lives were better because of the Yin family.

The previous sense of loss and resentment seemed completely resolved.

He thought that having such an outcome made all that his father and sister had done worthwhile.

Although Pearl had prepared for the possibility of losing everything, the box office for Nameless Mountains and Seas was not bad.

It was a small surprise for her.

After release, influencers in the Chinese-speaking world spontaneously promoted the film.

A few days later, even bloggers outside the Chinese-speaking world posted reviews.

Though unfamiliar with the historical context, they recognized it as a competent war film.

After a few more countries held premieres, the rest of the time was private.

The culture and customs of this continent were quite different from home, and Xie Jixing was curious about everything.

They first went north to see towering snowy peaks.

Beneath the magnificent mountains was a tranquil lake, surrounded by vast meadows dotted with wildflowers.

It looked like a painting.

The cabin they rented was on a hillside by the lake. In the morning, through the floral window, they could see deer drinking in the mist.

Sunlight slanted over the scene, gradually turning the white peaks golden.

At that time, they would head down to the small town for brunch.

The town’s roads were narrow, paved with pretty cobblestones, and car-free.

Qian Shuyun and Xie Jixing would stroll hand in hand.

Although Xie Jixing often rated most foods as “inferior to chili sauce,” he liked various potato soups, potato pancakes, and fries.

He also enjoyed ice cream and yogurt.

After eating, they would buy a basket of long, pretty, but extremely sour raspberries to bring back for Sister Yue.

Heading east across the continent, they saw elaborate and magnificent castles and churches.

Entire walls of stained glass were penetrated by sunlight, casting vibrant, colorful shadows.

Xie Jixing, seated in the light, raised his hands and twirled his wrists, watching the shadows dance across them, thoroughly enjoying himself.

A few tiny light spots clung to his eyelashes like little stars.

Qian Shuyun stood outside the columns of light, watching him.

His hand unconsciously brushed the velvet box in his pocket.

Inside were the couple rings he had custom-made for them.

This trip, he planned to find a moment to propose to Xie Jixing.

The southern part of the continent was coastal, a very picturesque country.

Qian Shuyun took Xie Jixing to have a few suits made. The elderly gentleman with white hair was said to be his uncle Qian’s teacher.

The handmade leather shoes here were also famous.

Previously, after wearing shoes in the amusement park, Xie Jixing had developed some aversion to formal shoes—almost refusing to wear them.

But here, the shoes opened a new world for him.

The soles were springy and soft, and the heels were specially crafted so walking didn’t hurt at all.

For the first time, Xie Jixing spent a significant amount on himself, buying several pairs at once to match with suits.

Yue Qinyao’s styling had become increasingly diverse, going from changing one outfit a day to several a day.

Here, influenced by local beauties, she became even bolder.

Her head spun 360 degrees every day—“this one is gorgeous, that one is sexy.”

Her skirts got shorter, necklines lower.

Even Yin Wenshan sometimes didn’t dare to look at her directly.

Seeing all the gorgeous beach bodies, Sister Yue lamented, “Ah, what a pity! I didn’t bring a bikini!”

Her openness of thought hardly matched someone who had died more than a hundred years ago.

The last stop of this trip was a city with a huge wishing pool.

Xie Jixing stood by the pool, genuinely expressing his greed for money: “Wow! So much money!”

Coins layered at the bottom reflected sunlight, creating a special glow.

The little money lover couldn’t help thinking about building such a pool at the Shancai Sect.

Even if everyone gave him just a dollar, it would be quite the fire hazard.

Just thinking about it made him happy.

Qian Shuyun changed the wishing coins and came over. Seeing Xie Jixing’s expression, he knew what he was plotting.

That adorable, greedy expression was all over his face.

“Here, make a wish.”

Xie Jixing took the coins, feeling a bit annoyed at the “business being stolen.”

He leaned close to Qian Shuyun’s ear and murmured, “Do the gods here even manage that far?”

He glanced at the three coins he held for him to make a wish.

Xie Jixing pouted. “You’re better off wishing with me than with them.”

He boasted, “I’m definitely more powerful.”

Then his wrist was grabbed.

His palm turned over, and a coin warmed by Qian Shuyun’s body heat was placed in his hand.

Qian Shuyun’s smoky-gray eyes reflected the glittering light from the water.

Xie Jixing glanced at the coin, looked up in surprise, and fell into that patch of light.

His heart beat faster for some inexplicable reason.

He heard Qian Shuyun say, “Then I hope my god can help make my wish come true.”

The wishing pool was surrounded by many tourists, with various noisy sounds.

But in Xie Jixing’s ears, there was only the sound of his own heartbeat and Qian Shuyun’s voice.

“The first coin—I hope I can go to more places with my lover, and when we’re 80, we can still hold hands and stroll together.”

“Can that happen?”

Xie Jixing shyly touched the tip of his nose and took the coin.

“You’re not being precise with your wish. You didn’t say whose 80th birthday it is.”

“But there’s a several-year difference between us.”

To keep the moment from being too sentimental, Xie Jixing teasingly said this—but his ears were completely red.

Qian Shuyun laughed softly and held his hand again, pressing the second coin into his palm.

“The second coin—I wish for my lover to be healthy, happy, everything goes smoothly, and to have everything they desire.”

Xie Jixing felt the coin burning in his palm.

His voice was slightly husky, “Isn’t it your wish? Why is it… all about me?”

Qian Shuyun’s fingers closed over his, holding the coin together.

He looked into Xie Jixing’s eyes, his tone sincere. “This is the wish I most want to come true.”

With his hand enveloped and slightly sweaty, Xie Jixing pocketed the coin that carried a little moisture, waiting for Qian Shuyun’s final wish.

This one should be for himself, right?

I must make it come true for him.

Thinking this, Xie Jixing looked at Qian Shuyun with strong anticipation.

Qian Shuyun fidgeted with the last coin in his hand, hesitating.

He was a little timid.

He even considered whether to throw the coin into the wishing pool.

To make the wish he was about to make succeed.

The coin spun between his long fingers.

Xie Jixing waited for a while, but Qian Shuyun still didn’t give him the coin.

He simply stretched his hand toward Qian Shuyun and urged, “Hurry up, the last wish?”

“Are you afraid I won’t be able to fulfill it?”

An inexplicable competitive spirit flared up!

Qian Shuyun exhaled and took several deep breaths.

This made Xie Jixing nervous too.

This wish—is it really that hard?

The hesitation seems so long.

Finally, the coin was pressed into his palm.

Qian Shuyun’s tone was firm, but there was a subtle tremor in his voice.

Nervous.

He stared straight into Xie Jixing’s eyes. “Xingxing, this wish—only you can make it come true.”

Being looked at by those beautiful eyes, Xie Jixing felt as if in that ash-gray sea, only his figure remained.

His heartbeat pounded loudly and fast in his ears.

Qian Shuyun finally spoke his last wish.

“The last coin—I wish that my lover, Xie Jixing, will accept only my love.”

Xie Jixing was stunned by the wish.

Aren’t they already together?

The coin lay in his palm, and he was still pondering Qian Shuyun’s meaning.

A delicate velvet box opened before him, and inside were two rings placed side by side.

Qian Shuyun’s voice trembled slightly. “Xingxing, will you marry me?”

The rings were designed by Qian Shuyun himself—low-key, exquisite, made of platinum.

The center of each band had a star-shaped engraving, with a diamond set in the middle.

On both sides of the star, two engraved lines extended, like a star trail.

Xie Jixing stared at the rings, and a whirlwind of thoughts flashed through his mind.

What should their wedding be called?

The “Union Ceremony”?

After marriage, should Qian Shuyun also join their Shancai Sect?

But he’s just an ordinary person—training in cultivation is impossible.

Or should he be arranged to earn money with Senior Brother Song?

Should they have a wedding banquet?

He’d heard that in this world, wedding banquets could collect red envelopes and maybe make a little profit.

Who should be invited?

The diamond on the ring reflected a little starlight, piercing Xie Jixing’s eyes.

In that instant, all the chaotic thoughts in his mind stopped.

He realized they all pointed to a single answer.

He was willing.

Xie Jixing didn’t spend long on his thoughts—perhaps a few minutes, maybe just one.

But for Qian Shuyun, it felt like an entire century.

His heart pounded violently, his throat dry, and the hand holding the velvet box trembled slightly.

He didn’t even dare to look up at Xie Jixing’s eyes.

Maybe it was too soon?

Should he wait a little longer?

After all, they hadn’t even been together a full year.

Xie Jixing’s career was on the rise—maybe he didn’t want to think about these things.

And right, he was much younger, marriage might feel like a restraint to him.

All these uncertainties made Qian Shuyun feel unprecedented anxiety.

His fingers curled slightly.

He wanted to tell Xie Jixing, “You don’t have to accept; you can refuse me.”

But the moment he tried to speak, his heart ached sharply.

But I don’t want you to refuse me. I want you to be mine.

Taking another deep breath, Qian Shuyun decided to say the words—he didn’t want Xie Jixing to feel too pressured.

His lips moved slightly, but he hadn’t spoken yet.

The light in Qian Shuyun’s eyes suddenly brightened.

Xie Jixing held the coin.

“Your wish has come true.”

Qian Shuyun looked up excitedly.

That small red mole puffed softly, and Xie Jixing’s eyes curved into a very happy arc.

“I’m willing.”