【Night Lights】(3)

(III)
"Girl, please put down your sword and let's talk this out." I glanced sideways at the Phoenix Cult disciple I had tacitly agreed to speak with,
only to find a cool, aloof girl in a light blue dress. Her face was tense, clearly not happy.
A simple jade hairpin adorned her dark, glossy hair, and her round, unadorned face held a hint of innocence. I
forced a simple smile, but my heart trembled.
Had she recognized me?
Had my whereabouts been exposed?
However, the girl's next action completely shattered my illusions.
"Slap!" The girl curled her lip, put down her sword, and slapped my scarred left cheek, leaving a bright red finger mark. "
Don't let me hear you speak ill of my cult again! We orphans were all taken in by the cult leader. In terms of kindness, she
is a million times better than you empty-headed, boastful scholars!"
This was intolerable! Even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs, and now a mere brat dares to bully me! I was about to
turn around and retaliate against the girl when I noticed the silver phoenix pattern pinned to the hem of her dress. I couldn't help but
compare her to Yin Lian'er's breathtaking beauty, and the girl seemed utterly uninteresting. But remembering the deep-seated hatred that had implicated my parents, and meeting
the girl's still somewhat innocent eyes, a bold plan stirred within me.
My heart inexplicably calmed down. Perhaps the girl hadn't realized that the scarred boy was the handsome young man who had escaped from Guo Family Village
. I just wondered if the sect leader's act of taking in orphans and causing others to be separated from their families
was an act of kindness or an accumulation of resentment? As I pondered this, a wry smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
The girl giggled, "You're so strange. You laugh even after I hit you. Are you stupid?" I glared at
the seemingly clueless girl, but a quick glance revealed a hint of coquettish charm in her innocent eyes
. My heart pounded, fear and excitement swirling in my hazy mind. A sudden rush of
heat made me grab the girl's soft, boneless hand, whisper something in her ear, and then, in full view of everyone, I dragged her out of
the inn.
"What are you doing? What are you doing! If you don't tell me, I'll kill you..." My stomach churned with nausea, and I leaned against
a large tree by the lake, vomiting profusely. The girl fled from the unbearable stench as if avoiding a venomous snake,
brandishing her sword and yelling fiercely, though a trace of red remained on her round face.
I smiled bitterly. Why did this girl threaten to kill at the drop of a hat?
Helpless, I hadn't expected the cold, aloof female voice behind me to belong to such a callow youth. I hurriedly
waved my hands, "Please spare me, heroine! I was just overhearing those scholars gossiping about your leader, and
in my drunken state, I instinctively chimed in. We don't have any deep-seated hatred between us; there's no need for this bloodshed.
"
The "heroine" spun around a few times, tilting her adorable head, "That's right. You were drunk." Then,
she angrily called out to me, "And what about those scholars? You didn't tell me?" The girl
glared at me with murderous intent, "Why didn't you tell me?"
By this time, I had vomited up most of last night's food, adopting a listless and languid attitude, and lazily said,
"I was drunk, young lady. If I knew of your leader's 'good deeds,' I would have loved to meet him
to show my respect."
"Yes," The girl shook her head and said, "So you're a good person then?" "Of course, of course," I replied. At this
point, I was so excited that I wanted to shake the girl's unenlightened head to celebrate and thank her for her naivety. Then
, a look of sorrow flashed in my eyes: "Unfortunately, my parents are dead, I have no relatives or friends, and I can only make a living in the city
. Sooner or later, I will starve to death. Is it really that hard to be a good person?" The scene of my parents' tragic death flashed through my mind
. The despair and pain that had merged with my soul during my escape suddenly resurfaced, bringing back unbearable memories. I couldn't help but shed
tears.
Perhaps it was her pitiful expression that resonated with the orphan, or perhaps it was divine intervention—the girl seemed oblivious
to my lack of funds for wine and meat—and sympathetically said, "Actually, you could come back to the Phoenix Sect with me.
My master is Qi Qingmei, the sect's chief elder, and she's very kind to me. Oh dear, no, the sect only accepts
women." She seemed impatient, pacing back and forth before a sudden inspiration struck her: "You could work as a handyman.
The pay for handymen in the outer courtyard is quite high, a full four qian of silver a month!"
My heart skipped a beat, and I was about to reply when I inadvertently noticed a sly glint in the girl's innocent eyes.
My heart pounded, and I hesitated, unsure what to do. The girl then adopted her endearingly naive demeanor and began to linger with me.
"Go ahead, Brother Luo. Perhaps you find menial tasks too lowly?"
"I...I...no...no..."
"Then you are..." The girl's face flushed red, almost on the verge of tears.
"Oh...let...let me...think about it..."
The plan to infiltrate the Phoenix Cult was progressing surprisingly smoothly. On one hand, I suspected the girl's motives for taking me to Hangzhou were
malicious; on the other hand, I felt the girl's open and carefree nature didn't seem like a bad person. Caught in this internal conflict
, I vaguely agreed to return to Hangzhou with her.
"May I ask your name, young lady?"
"Come on, Brother Luo Xiao, my name is Wen Xiaoxiao. Just call me Xiaoxiao." Xiaoxiao giggled and ran
off. I touched my forehead, racking my brains: I'm not drunk. Could it be that Xiaoxiao's aloofness earlier was just
my imagination?
Strangely, Xiaoxiao didn't mention the massacre of the Guo family at all during the journey, as if it didn't exist
. When I asked her anxiously, she stammered and changed the subject. The girl's nonchalant
attitude fueled my anger, and I unconsciously became cold towards her. The two of us sat
in the carriage, hurrying along, unable to utter a single word for a long time.?

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