“On the isolated island, every day, a commissioner takes several cruises to prepare food for everyone on the island.
In this isolated prison, for half a month, only Ji Huang remained in the resource warehouse discovered by Si Xia, never taking a step outside.
No one knows what Ji Xiuran is doing; only Haitang is responsible for delivering food to him every day.
In the last few days, Achen came to seek an audience, but Ji Xiuran refused to see anyone.
Helplessly, Achen could only sigh and leave.
…
On this day, with a gentle breeze and clear skies, a touch of grandeur swept by, carrying an indescribable sense of comfort.
“Creak,” the door of the warehouse slowly opened.
Ji Xiuran, wearing a white shirt, walked out of the warehouse slowly.
“Xiuran…”
Haitang, who had been waiting here all along, hurried forward upon seeing Ji Xiuran, but Ji Xiuran just smiled and said, “The weather is nice. How about taking a walk with me?”
“Sure.”
Haitang nodded and walked alongside Ji Xiuran.
Along the way, Ji Xiuran remained silent, and Haitang didn’t know what to say either.
After a long time, Ji Xiuran took out a carefully wrapped box from his pocket and told Haitang to give this box to Nie Wuyou in the future.
Until the afternoon, Haitang stared at Ji Xiuran and said, “Xiuran, the wind is strong… Let’s go back.”
“Can I take a walk alone?” Ji Xiuran looked at Haitang and smiled softly.
Upon hearing this, Haitang shook her head without hesitation. With Ji Xiuran’s current condition, it’s better for him to rest more.
“Go back.”
With those words, Ji Xiuran snapped his fingers toward Haitang.
As the snapping sound echoed, Haitang unconsciously turned and walked back in the direction she came from.
She realized she had miscalculated; this man’s hypnotic technique…
After Haitang left, Ji Xiuran stood with his hands behind his back, by the sea, gazing gently at the boundless ocean.
“People think the sea is blue, but they don’t know it can take on countless colors,” Ji Xiuran murmured, “Deep blue, azure, even pale yellow and reddish-brown. Life is much the same…”
Standing with his hands behind his back, the sea breeze rustled his clothes as he gazed at the endless ocean. At this moment, his posture seemed eternally frozen.
After a long while, the man sat on the ground, as if savoring the last hint of rare contentment.
After who knows how long, as the waves gently lapped, the man seemed to disappear.
Amidst mountains and rivers, where should one go?
Appreciating the landscapes of a foreign land, understanding its essence through three pieces of writing.
The human heart is unpredictable, embracing warmth and coldness within oneself.
After enduring countless hardships, one views them as trivial.
The sun sets in the west, marking the end of the day.
Elegantly graceful, burdens no longer exist.
Time won’t return, approaching the grave.
In the vast world, all ultimately turns to emptiness…
…
Upon returning to the central part of the island, Haitang abruptly awakened. She retraced her steps, but Ji Xiuran’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
“Xiuran…”
Her fists clenched, her gaze filled with complexity. “Ji Xiuran…”
This man left her amazed. In her heart, he was peerless and untainted.
Yet, he remained in the darkness, unable to leave.
And in the end, the man seemed to have distanced himself from the world’s chaos, free from any concerns.
What he should have cared about, he no longer did. What he shouldn’t have cared about, he never did.
This man, like an eternal enigma, never emerging from the mist nor stepping into it.”