Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 13.1 - The Dream and the Ones in Sleep (1)

At midday this day, while Fu Yiming was sitting beside the sunflower field, contemplating whether he should continue walking forward or simply go back and ask those people who had interrogated Cheng Muyun earlier for a vehicle to use as transportation, Cheng Muyun had already brought his little woman out from that sunflower field that stretched as far as the eye could see. Cheng Muyun wanted to kiss Wen Han.

The person sitting beside the field looked down and searched about everywhere for some pebbles, wanting to throw one over there to disrupt that suggestive scene. Catching sight of him, Wen Han immediately nudged Cheng Muyun away.

Despite never having had a girlfriend due to his dangerous identity, over all these years, there was not much Fu Yiming had not seen before. The look in Wen Han's eyes as she gazed at Cheng Muyun was even identical to the one his own older sister had once had. However, Wen Han was much luckier, for in a certain sense, she did get to have Cheng Muyun.

Was it because she had a clean background? Or was it for some other reason?

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The ones who like to explore the questions of "Why did you fall in love?" "When did you fall in love?" or "How much can you love?" are all people who have plenty of life to squander away. But for people like them, the things they most lacked were life and time. Nobody understood better than them the deep, profound meaning of "this moment."

In this moment, if one still possesses living, breathing life, then it is already extremely wonderful.

Anything else remaining that is in addition to being alive is a bonus gift.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

He did not know what views this man, Cheng Muyun, had on the word "love."

In Fu Yiming's eyes, love is a very difficult thing to find, but it is very easily lost. You can never have any way of knowing whether the one you have fallen in love with is an enemy, or perhaps a potential future enemy. Instances are too commonly seen where one moment, you are staying by one another's side through life and death, and the next moment, life and death have separated you.

At the end of the field, a rundown jeep came chasing toward them. They were the three men and one woman who had the responsibility of surveilling Cheng Muyun. The driver hopped out and, in English, quietly expressed, sorry, the higher-ups had requested that they do this.

Fu Yiming had no real complaints. After all, having a vehicle to take him back was better than walking back.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

Very soon, the vehicle had driven into a bustling street. Looking out at the people sitting along the side of the street, Cheng Muyun asked Wen Han, "If you were given an entire day, where would you want to go?"

Inside this vehicle, there were four strangers, the ones responsible for monitoring him, and there was also Fu Yiming, who was sitting in the front passenger seat. All of them could hear their dialogue.

"Me?" Wen Han answered softly in Russian, "Kathmandu, I suppose."

That was the place the two of them had first met. Even though the he in that place had not shown even hints of having any sort of religious convictions and had been very shameless, looking back upon that time now, it seemed that place had actually been the most wonderful.