The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 125
I like this chapter a lot, it reminds me of a certain scene in the movie tangled.
Translated by Pure (ko-fi)
Chapter 125 Isn’t that my blanket? (1)
Wen Yantong scratched her head, but she didn't have the nerve to ask why the answer was duplicity.
She had heard of the idiom ‘Lord Ye's passion for dragons' in elementary school. Unfortunately the teacher didn't explain it in detail, so this idiom has always been a vague concept in her mind.
At this moment, Chi Jingxi said, "Lord Ye's passion for dragons refers to a story. In the past, there was a Lord Ye who liked dragons very much. He had dragon carvings on the utensils and sculptures of dragons on the eaves. Later, when a real dragon had heard of his adoration, it came to visit him. Instead of being overwhelmed by joy, Lord Ye was extremely frightened and ran away. Even though he had verbally stated his love, it was a lie because he really didn’t like dragons.”
"So the answer to the riddle is ‘Mouth says yes, heart no’, understand? Paste-filled head."
Wen Yantong listened with a sincere expression as she nodded repeatedly, "I understand!"
However, inwardly, she thought: Nevermind Lord Ye, even the Emperor, who was known to be the descendant of a dragon, would probably wet his imperial pants at the sight of a real dragon.
After Cheng Xin had a good laugh at the two’s ridiculous answers, this episode finally ended. When the group reached the east end of Banxia Street, they saw many people setting up sky lanterns in a large open space.
Thousands of lights flew into the sky one after another. As if forming a gorgeous galaxy, like a breathtaking sight of a waterfall of stars descending from the sky.
Wen Yantong looked up in awe.
Cheng Xin had the guards bring over a few lanterns, and then asked to find an empty table for them to write on the sky lanterns.
Wen Yantong picked up the pen and wrote a single sentence without a moment of hesitation: ‘May the rest of my life be peaceful.’
Chaoge was prosperous and the Shaojing Dynasty was thriving, so the biggest worry was the civil war in a few years. Wen Yantong didn't wish for anything else, she just hoped to stay away from this war and find a safe place to live with her little cannon fodder’s parents.
This was her own desire to survive, and she was also responsible for the little cannon fodder. Since she had taken over her body, she should at least take good care of her parents.
She was the first to finish so after she was done, Wen Yantong had the urge to read everyone else’s wishes. Fu Zixian was beside her, hence she leaned over to take a look, and found that Fu Zixian's sky lantern was more concise. It only had one word: ‘Wait’.
Wen Yantong was too embarrassed to ask what it meant, so she went to look at Chi Jingxi’s lantern. It too, only had one word: ‘Finish’.
She frowned in confusion, and peaked at Cheng Xin’s, which was also one word: ‘Steady’.
Wen Yantong: ? ? ?
She thought her writing was the simplest, but after a comparison, it seemed that she had written the most?
Finally, Wen Yantong went to see Mu Yang, and found that he was still writing, very earnestly at that.
She took a closer look, and it read: ‘To become the best at archery. Wishing father would stop beating me. To become a great general like my father, and get awarded many peerless bows…’
Wen Yantong grinned and laughed out loud. She walked over and put her arms around his shoulders, "My friend! My friend! Sure enough, we were meant to be (friends)!"
Mu Yang stopped writing and looked up at her. He asked hesitantly, "Am I being too greedy?"
"No, not at all!" Wen Yantong exclaimed, "Write some more, these are all really good!"
Heeding her suggestion, Mu Yang wrote two more lines. By the time he finished writing, the other people's sky lanterns had already been released.
Wen Yantong specially waited for him so that they could release the lanterns together. After igniting the candle flame in the lamp, she raised her arms high. Because Wen Yantong didn’t know how long she was supposed to hold it up for, she pushed the tip with her fingertips, after her arms were getting tired, trying to see if could fly.
The sky lantern was almost weightless, and it floated up a little after being pushed, but because it was not filled with enough heat, it slowly fell down again.
Wen Yantong repeated this several times, and almost felt like giving up. When the sky lantern came down again, a smoky blue long sleeve stretched out from behind her, and the slender fingers grabbed the bottom of the lantern.
"It won't fly until the candle flame burns long enough, be patient." Chi Jingxi's deep voice sounded behind her ears.
Wen Yantong's face suddenly became hot. She meekly replied, "I’m tired of holding the lanterns."
Chi Jingxi slowly brought the lantern over. "You don't have to lift it so high."
Wen Yantong also held the lantern. When she looked down, she realized that her fingers were only a couple centimeters away from Chi Jingxi's.
Her mind began to wander until Chi Jingxi said, "It's good now."
Wen Yantong quickly let go. As expected, the sky lantern started to float up on its own. Her gaze never left it as she watched her sky lantern flying higher and higher with the breeze, it then merged into the crowd, becoming one of the thousands of lanterns.
Though every lantern had similar appearances, each one was special. Wen Yantong's eyes followed her own lantern and didn't look back until she lost track of it in the river of lights.
When she looked back, Wen Yantong realized that Chi Jingxi was standing beside her, still looking up at the sky. His eyes were not as dark as usual, illuminated by the thousands of lights.
Chi Jingxi lowered his head slowly, his eyelids were half drooped, so the lights in his eyes disappeared, "This your first time?"
Wen Yantong nodded, "Yes."
In fact, it was not her first time to let off sky lanterns. There were many modern holidays where people set off sky lanterns as a celebration, but for some reason, Wen Yantong felt that this was the true sky lantern festival.
Chi Jingxi's eyes filled with an indistinct smile, "Set off more in the future, and you will become proficient."
Wen Yantong's heart almost stopped. She hurriedly looked down and nodded.
Chi Jingxi didn't continue the conversation as he turned to talk to Cheng Xin. The cold wind in the first lunar month quickly dissipated the heat from Wen Yantong's body, calming her down.
The group wandered around for a while longer until they hit the imperial curfew. Since Cheng Xin needed to return to the palace, the others also chose to disperse.
Mu Yang insisted on sending Fu Zixian back, so he asked Fu Zixian to abandon his carriage and ride in his. Because Wen Yantong’s home was in a different direction, she entered the Marquis Mansion’s carriage.
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