Stomach Aches After Eating Ice Cream

Chapter 119 Stomach Aches After Eating Ice Cream

"Ning'an TV Station, a weather forecast is interrupting our broadcast. Starting immediately, a widespread thunderstorm is expected to occur west of Ning'an within the next hour..."

The television station switched to the news channel, which immediately caught Su Qinghe's attention.

In Beijing, there are very few live TV broadcasts like this anymore; they are usually watched by older people.

The woman before me, who could be described as stunningly beautiful and aloof, was watching the news with the blank expression of a lonely old woman—an unexpected contrast.

Heavy, desolate, and melancholic—these are the emotions Su Qinghe felt.

She seemed like a fairy who had fallen to earth.

Tu Shan Han Su lay lazily on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, and her beauty was so stunning that it was impossible to look away.

There could be such an astonishingly beautiful woman in the world, far surpassing any model or celebrity she had ever seen in Beijing.

She had always been very confident in her appearance, and she had even wondered why Zhang Chen didn't accept Jiang Rou more readily, since Jiang Rou's appearance was already extraordinary... Logically and emotionally, at such a direct and humble point, no man should refuse.

Moreover, according to Shuyao's records, Zhang Chen had more than one woman behind him.

Looking back now, Zhang Chen's indifference can only be described as understandable.

He usually interacts with women like this at home, which is like tasting tea picked from the heavens every day. If Zhang Chen were to taste this kind of tea... even if it is considered a precious tea in the mortal world, it would be difficult for him to swallow.

She, Shuyao, and Jiang Rou combined probably couldn't match Tushan Hansu's beauty.

No wonder, no wonder Xiao Rou begged Zhang Chen to take her in, no wonder Xiao Rou's only dream was to be a maid.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, the power went out in the entire building. Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and Xiao Shuyao, who was writing on the balcony, asked why the power was out.

"That scoundrel took the electricity mouse away, and he's so stingy, he doesn't pay the electricity bill, so now there's no electricity."

"I don't know how to pay the electricity bill either, and the mobile phone is too difficult to use."

"Tu Shan Han Su took out a few candles from the drawer, snapped her fingers, and lit the candles, which emitted red and yellow flames."

"Let's light the candles."

Miss Fox handed one to Su Qinghe and also placed one on the balcony so that Xiao Shuyao could continue writing.

The flickering candlelight and dim light made the girl's face even more dreamlike.

"Why aren't you eating?" Tu Shan Han Su tossed a few candles downstairs for the mice to light themselves. Turning around, she saw Su Qing He holding a bottle of beverage, not yet taking a bite.

"Ah, oh... It feels strange that I'm eating alone. This is very precious food, isn't it?" Su Qinghe smiled reservedly, sitting upright with her legs together.

"It's alright, Zhang Chen manages to produce over ten tons every day." Miss Fox walked over and took the drink bottle from her hand.

"Then let's share it equally."

"But... they're almost warmed up by your hands."

Tu Shan Han Su pondered for a while, then went downstairs and brought up a mouse that looked like an ice cube and a plate.

Pour the porridge-like substance from the beverage bottle onto a plate, squeeze the ice cream mouse, and a burst of cold air emanates from the mouse's tail, turning the white porridge into ice cream.

"Here you go." Tu Shan Han Su handed her a small spoon. "Eat it like ice cream. It's cold, so it has no calories and won't make you fat."

Su Qinghe was slightly taken aback by her lame joke, her tense mood eased a little, and she politely accepted it.

"Thanks."

The girl used a small spoon to scoop a tiny bit of ice cream and put it in her mouth. The rich aroma filled her mouth, and the slightly cool taste perfectly removed the original sourness of the ice cream, leaving only sweetness and softness.

"Is this Häagen-Dazs or Magnum ice cream? It's delicious, what brand is it?"

"I don't know." Tu Shan Han Su shook her head. She had also enjoyed the ice cream. Her sudden idea for making ice cream had a unique flavor.

It seems we won't have to worry about food and drink anymore.

"Huh? No brand? It tastes even better than Häagen-Dazs to me."

"I don't know about Häagen-Dazs, maybe it's daikon radish." Tu Shan Han Su ate too fast and her teeth got cold, so she stuck out her tongue playfully.

Su Qinghe didn't understand, so she could only smile demurely and shyly.

After eating about two-thirds of the meal, the thunder outside the balcony continued intermittently, but no rain came.

"Let's go back to Ning'an and stay there," Tu Shan Han Su suddenly said.

"Huh?" Su Qinghe heard clearly that the other person said "return".

The tone of voice is like that of an elderly person hoping their children will come home for the Chinese New Year, saying, "Let's go back to our hometown."

My home is in the Beijing area...

"You had an earlier home, in Ning'an," Tu Shan Han Su said.

"An earlier home?"

"Hmm." Tu Shan Hansu nodded. "Can you still make fish cakes now?"

"Fish cakes are my favorite snack," Su Qinghe said. "I sometimes make some myself."

"Nothing has changed." Tu Shan Han Su smiled. "There are advantages to having fewer reincarnations. Your soul is basically unchanged, and even your appearance is the same."

"Reincarnation also refers to..."

"This painting," Tu Shan Hansu pointed to the ink painting on the wall, "is from two thousand years ago, and it was painted by you."

Su Qinghe looked at the painting, slowing down as she ate her ice cream, and realized that she might have had a past life where she came into contact with monsters, just like Shu Yao.

It's hard not to be curious.

She had noticed the painting as soon as she entered the room. One glance at it stirred up a storm in her heart, but as a guest, she didn't feel comfortable asking about it.

"So, we're old friends, you can relax and make yourself at home."

"Don't ask me what happened in your past life, let him tell you."

2

Su Qinghe understood that Tu Shan Han Su was referring to Zhang Chen.

Suddenly, she felt that the fox spirit's eyes held many complex emotions, which made her own feelings complicated as well.

After the ice cream melts in your mouth, it's not as sweet as it was when you first taste it. The coolness fades, and a fishy, ​​sour taste returns to your tongue, leaving a faint bitterness.

"You'll definitely stay in Ning'an," Tu Shan Han Su added. "By then, I probably won't be by his side either."

Miss Fox was neither talking to a person nor simply talking to herself.

Su Qinghe only saw that the lightning and firelight outside the window, along with the candlelight inside the room, left not-so-gentle light and shadow on the face of the cool girl.

Three tails swayed behind it, and when they came together, their shadows resembled flowers.

"I already guessed it."

"This fool has already achieved the Great Dao. As long as the incense continues to burn, he can live for several hundred more years."

"But when I saw him again, I found that his lifespan was also pitifully short, his six senses had dissipated, and his supernatural powers had been completely shattered..."

"Because he cultivated the supernatural power of time and space," Tu Shan Han Su said. "You should understand that something as absurd as time travel is contrary to reality, right?"

Su Qinghe nodded.

"He wanted to make it up to me, and he was willing to risk everything to defy fate. His fate was basically sealed."

"I'm already satisfied that he's willing to do this for me. Now, I'll just keep playing along. Once his tail grows back, I'll give it back to him."

"Qinghe".

"Ah... I'm here," Su Qinghe replied, still a little confused.

What do you think?

"I..." Su Qinghe pointed to herself with her little finger, "What do I think?"

Suddenly, Xiao Shuyao also walked in carrying a candle. She listened to the conversation between the two on the balcony for a while, and then she said, "Since the outcome can never be perfect, there is no right or wrong in making sacrifices for those who are worth it."

"Happiness is never permanent."

"That's right," Tu Shan Han Su nodded. "You saw the Ying Yao, didn't you?"

"Many monsters, like the Firefly, are afraid of love because it always comes with loss. No monster can have the one they love forever."

"It's difficult for people to grow old together, let alone for a human and a demon," Tu Shan Han Su sighed.

"The second loss is far more painful than the first."

"Because I've experienced loss before, I'm even more afraid of losing it again."

Xiao Shuyao's breath hitched. "The more you love, the more you fear. I imagine you've lost more than just once or twice..."

"Hmm." Tu Shan Han Su picked up the teapot and poured tea for the two women.

"How many times, I've lost count... what's your name?"

"Xiao Shuyao".

"Oh, I remember, that cat mentioned it to me," Tu Shan Han Su said. "Are you helping her write a book?"

"Yes."

"If you have time, you can come and listen to me talk often."

"It's my pleasure." Xiao Shuyao sat down. "I imagine you must be feeling happy right now?"

"Just a tiny bit."

Tu Shan Han Su stretched out her slender, pale fingers and tapped them. "Just the fact that I've grown back three tails makes me smile like an idiot for ages every day. I can't imagine the day when all nine tails come back. Maybe I'll wear a wedding dress and twirl around in front of the mirror... But I won't do that. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

"Miss Han Su, my current experience is not enough to understand this point," Xiao Shuyao said, bowing her head.

At this moment, Su Qinghe, who had been silent for a long time, looked at the painting on the wall and said, "Happiness is like a bank. You deposit all your sadness into it, but one day, you will withdraw it all."

"Even if you meet the love of your life, the relationship will still end. It's unavoidable. Whether someone is slowly taken away by an illness, or someone dies in an accident, or the personalities of two people erode each other until they change into incompatible people... Love is the greatest fear. In fact, the best outcome for two people in love is that they die at the same time."

Tu Shan Han Su smiled as she listened, "You've said these words before, and you still speak in such a refined and elegant way."

"But if you think too much about the future, you'll lose the present," Su Qinghe said, staring at her. "Sister Hansu, I find you incredibly kind, and I don't want anything to happen to you in the future."

"But I don't want anything to happen to him even more," Tu Shan Han Su said, shaking her head.

"But shouldn't you all work together on this? Why keep it a secret? What's the point of making self-sacrifices..."

"He's like a piece of candy covered in thorns."

Tu Shan Han Su recalled, "I was afraid he would break if I held him in my hand, but he would pierce my palm. I was afraid he would melt if I held him in my mouth, but he would cut my lips and tongue. He would eventually disappear. I searched for him again and again, but he would melt each time. My mouth wouldn't work, my palm wouldn't work, my arms wouldn't work. I was just about to stuff him into my heart, and even then, he would pierce my heart..."

"This world is full of illusions, only pain never lies."

"It's like the ice cream you just ate; the coldness will eventually turn to room temperature, making it hard for you to swallow."

Su Qinghe stopped talking, but her little hands clenched tightly.

"But, Sister Hansu, you're willing to tell us all this..."

"Because I also need to vent," Tu Shan Han Su interrupted. "You are an old friend of mine, one of the few I can trust."

"No, you're asking for help," Su Qinghe said. "You're also very unwilling to accept this, aren't you?"

"Perhaps," Miss Fox did not deny, "but going against the will of Heaven will definitely not end well."

"The cycle of reincarnation of the Bitter Love Tree is not without its flaws; the reincarnated person may fall in love with someone else, and the monster that waits in vain can only endure this excruciating pain..."

"This is the price," Tu Shan Han Su said resolutely.

"Miss Han Su, are you like this too..." Xiao Shuyao asked in a low voice.

"Hmm." Miss Fox turned her head. "Do you know where these clouds and lightning came from tonight?"

"have no idea."

"Once upon a time, there was an immortal who traveled alone through countless kingdoms and temples, never killing a single human or demon, yet instilling fear in all living beings. Finally, he arrived at the Buddhist sect and slapped thousands of monks..."

"The Buddhist sect has a lamp that will never go out. He wanted this oil lamp, which symbolizes eternity, to see the will of Heaven."

"At that time, he could not destroy the eternal heavenly lamp by striking it with lightning or burning it with fire. Even if he was the only immortal who had never existed before or since, it was because the lamp symbolized the will of Heaven. As long as he was still within the Five Elements and the Three Realms, he could not defy Heaven."

"In the end, he was corrupted by fate and faced certain death."

At this point, Tu Shan Han Su left the quiet place to the two women, went downstairs, took a bottle of white porridge from the refrigerator, and brought it up.

"Qinghe, I'm telling you all this just to pass the time, so don't overthink it."

"Eat some more, Shuyao. You didn't eat anything earlier, try some."

Xiao Shuyao pursed her lips. Only then did she realize that what Bai Nuoyan had instructed her to give was a similar last message, only it wasn't as well-written as Tu Shan Hansu's.

What you love, you will lose.

"Eat it." Su Qinghe didn't argue anymore. She shook the dazed Xiao Shuyao and forced a smile. "It's pretty good. Try it."

"Hmm...it really is delicious. What brand is it?"

"It looks like a large, stringy root."

"?"

"As long as it tastes good, it's definitely healthier than what you get in the supermarket, with no additives." Tu Shan Han Su regained her cool expression. "Go to bed early after you finish eating."

As she spoke, she habitually picked up the TV remote, thinking that Zhang Chen wouldn't be coming home to sleep with her that night, so she might as well watch "Empresses in the Palace" all night...

Having finished watching "Empresses in the Palace," let's watch "A Chinese Ghost Story."

But she forgot that the power had gone out at home.

She pressed the power button twice, and just as she realized what was happening, she pressed it a third time. The TV flickered for a moment, then suddenly turned on.

The news channel was reporting that a large temple in the west had been struck by lightning and caught fire because it did not have a lightning rod installed; no one was injured so far.

There were also on-site reporters reporting.

"The fire is now basically under control. Let's take a look..."

"Our vegetarian meal!" A monk with a swollen face suddenly burst in. "A rat emptied our vegetarian meal, and it even elbowed me in the face until it was swollen!"

"Uh, sir, please calm down. Isn't it quite normal for temples to have rats?"

"How could that be normal!"

"The lamp is gone!" Suddenly, another monk screamed from behind, "Abbot! The lamp has been stolen!"

"Excuse me, reporters are not allowed to conduct interviews here..." The last person to walk into the scene was a girl with a high ponytail.

The chaotic live stream was interrupted.

Tu Shan Han Su narrowed her eyes, and then the lights in the room turned on.

The phone rang.

She knew that someone had returned with an electric mouse.

Then, crows cawed in the sky, a gust of air extinguished the candles on the balcony, and the rats started to squawk.

As if sensing something, she took small steps to the balcony.

She didn't see the man, but instead saw the fat rat carrying a lantern waving at her.

With a wave of her hand, the lantern floated over. Tu Shan Han Su picked it up and saw that its surface was covered with colorful lights, and its center was covered with a layer of mottled oil. The flame on the wick never went out.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The eldest mouse meant that the light bulb in the house was not working properly and kept blinking, so Zhang Chen asked the eldest mouse to bring back a new light bulb so that they could replace it.

Miss Fox was stunned; this wasn't a light bulb at all...

"Sister Hansu, what's wrong? What's this?" Su Qinghe and Xiao Shuyao ran out after her.

Tu Shan Han Su fiddled with the lamp for a long time, then smiled wryly and said, "Light bulb."

"This light bulb is quite unique..."

"Yeah, a pretty good light bulb, but it was stolen."

Tu Shan Hansu spoke, her steps somewhat heavy, as she carried the lantern into the room, saying each word carefully, "Qinghe, tell me, did Zhang Chen send you to persuade me?"

"I don't know... To be honest, I'm not familiar with him," Su Qinghe said.

"So you were also tricked by him," Tu Shan Han Su said. "That bastard wants everything."

"Sister Hansu, could you tell me in detail what difficulties you're facing? Perhaps my family can offer some assistance..."

"There's no need," Tu Shan Han Su waved her hand, watching the lanterns in the room glow and the room temperature instantly becoming warm and pleasant.

She took a deep breath and chuckled to herself, "I believe him."

"Since he couldn't find Chen Tianhe, the Buddhist monk has gone mad."

"But there's something more important right now... the sky lanterns have been stolen."

Shen Nianxi and Yue Ji returned to the teleportation array and learned of this astonishing reality.

"When did that lamp appear?" Shen Nianxi asked, utterly confused. "Wasn't it said to have been there since Pangu created the world? No one could have destroyed it, so how could it have been stolen?"

"This lamp only appeared when the first Xuan Yin body died," Yue Ji pondered.

"The Xuan Yin Body was created by the will of Heaven to counterbalance the man-made pure Yang Body. But who knew that an accident would occur in the first generation? This lamp was created by that accident."

"What accident?"

"More than that, Nianxi, haven't you noticed... changes in your body?"

"what?"

Shen Nianxi looked down at her chest. "No change. I can still see my toes."

"...I mean your dantian," Yueji frowned. "It's getting closer."

"Who?" Shen Nianxi looked around again.

"It's not close to us in reality."

"This isn't reality..."

"He's in the past," Tsukihime said, clutching her lower abdomen.