The surname from my past life holds no significance. In this life... in this life, I regained consciousness around the age of ten, with a blank memory, having no clue of my own surname.
"What did Miss just say about Miss Gu being lucky? I didn’t quite get it." Xu Chang’an was cooking, he scooped a simple spoonful of soup to Yun Qian’s lips. Watching her eat, he smiled and said, "Being found by Miss is the true luck—it’s a wonderful coincidence."
A debt of life-saving, a debt of guidance... Of course, now it’s not a debt, but affection.
"Coincidence?" Yun Qian savored the balanced sweetness in her mouth and said, "And your matters... you don’t wish to know?"
Xu Chang’an had ten years of blankness, which he didn’t know or remember, but Yun Qian knew all about it.
"Is it important?" Xu Chang’an shook his head, "What valuable memories could ten years of a child’s life hold?"
Yun Qian pondered, then said, "Family."
"Isn’t Miss my family?"
"Is this a sweet nothing?" Yun Qian’s closed eyes twitched slightly.
"It’s a fact. I’m not one for sweet nothings," Xu Chang’an curved his lips, "Alright, the smoke is rising. Miss should wait outside."
Watching Yun Qian leave, Xu Chang’an walked over, closed the door, and continued cooking, handling the fish and shrimp diligently.
Thinking of Yun Qian’s words, Xu Chang’an remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly.
People all have parents.
Could he have been picked up by Yun Qian, survived to the age of ten, and sprung out from a rock?
So, before losing his memory, he must have had parents. As for being stranded on a deserted island due to an accident or something... it was unimportant.
Xu Chang’an had actually always been avoiding this matter because who knows what those memories would entail.
Thinking about it, the first person he saw opening his eyes for the first time in his life was Yun Qian, which was the most perfect thing on earth for Xu Chang’an.
Moreover, not looking back, only looking forward, was his way of conducting himself.
Yun Qian left the kitchen and lay down on the bamboo chair. By then, it was evening, and the red lantern’s light on the Moon Sect cast a somewhat eerie shadow on her face.
Yun Qian removed the ribbon from before her eyes, her eyes glistening.
In truth, the memories of the childhood before ten could have been a worthy experience, so Xu Chang’an losing his memory was really not Miss Guan Yun’s fault.
But since Xu Chang’an claimed not to care about those memories, she also chose to disregard them, thinking about something else instead.
Was their encounter a coincidence?
What is a coincidence?
Was Gu Qiancheng being surnamed Gu and Xu Chang’an encountering an accident and amnesia at ten just a coincidence?
These were things Yun Qian didn’t know. However, her meeting with Xu Chang’an was certainly not a coincidence.
A coincidence refers to things changing just right, perfectly aligned.
But in this world, the shorter a life’s existence, the more apparent the state of "coincidence" manifests in it.
If someone lives long enough, so long that words cannot describe it, then the development of things has lost meaning for them, and coincidence does not exist around them either. Hence, to such a person...
All encounters in the world are a reunion after a long time apart.
The word coincidence sounds trivial, yet if one calls it destiny, it becomes a pressing weight on one’s chest.
But Miss Yun is not human, she hardly ever pants unless she’s running or on the bed with her husband.
Yun Qian stretched lazily on the bamboo chair, a slight sound escaping her lips.
Why is she so concerned with the surname "Gu"?
By logic, her husband is Xu, so she should care about Xu and not Gu.
This also had a reason.
For Xu Chang’an, what he wants is Slowly Plan Chang’an, events that are past have no reason to look back.
It was the same in the past life, the hidden island with his wife, and his memory before ten.
"Slowly Plan Chang’an" is his name, not "Gu Wang Chang’an."
But if you reflect on Yun Qian, you’ll find she’s always doing something else entirely.
Again and again, looking and longing for "Chang’an."
In this sense, the word Gu has special significance for Yun Qian.
She really likes the term ’Life at Peace No Matter What Happens.’
If Xu Chang’an has nothing to do in the future, the lost memories could give him some amusement.
As for Gu Qiancheng, Xu Chang’an didn’t explicitly express dislike, so Yun Qian hasn’t entirely discarded the idea of making her and her husband their daughter... Just see how they get along in the future. If Xu Chang’an really likes her, then this matter can be discussed again.
For now, waiting for dinner is more important.
Yun Qian thought she should also look forward, hence Xu is more important than Gu.
She certainly wants to hear someone address her like that.
The small table was crammed with an assortment of items. At a glance, one could notice the precious White Jade dish holding a gold-patterned red crab. The sauce was fully prepared, with the crab claws already pried open, continuously emanating white steam, making one’s mouth water. Other rare delicacies from the sea filled the table, bursting with aroma.
"This is..." Yun Qian looked at the dishes before her and sighed, "I just told myself not to look back, and yet forgot... You’re making dishes that remind me of life on the island."
How could this not remind her of island life?
"I’m just simply making dinner; what are you talking about?" Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian curiously.
"It’s nothing," Yun Qian replied seriously. "The one who continuously makes me look back, again and again... surely, it’s your fault."
From the small seeing the great, her "encounter" with Xu Chang’an was no coincidence; it was all his fault.
Xu Chang’an narrowed his eyes, not completely understanding Yun Qian’s meaning, "Gu Wang? Still thinking about the name issue?"
He, of course, didn’t understand.
"Nothing," Yun Qian shook her head, moved a small stool to sit beside Xu Chang’an, picked up the ribbon, and blindfolded her eyes again, naturally saying, "I’ll leave it to you."
"Wasn’t it your idea?" Yun Qian replied with her eyes closed.
"...Very well." Xu Chang’an reached out, snapped a crab claw, and the tender crab meat slipped down, gently swaying on the plate.
For a moment, the entire room was filled with an enticing aroma.
"These are homegrown ingredients from within the sect. They’re easy to digest, Miss can eat more," Xu Chang’an said.
"Hmm." Yun Qian nodded, slightly opening her mouth in Xu Chang’an’s direction, enjoying the service from her husband. After eating the crab meat, Xu Chang’an picked up a glass cup, with a slightly translucent pale color glimmering under the warm light.
"Take a sip," said Xu Chang’an.
"What is it?" Closing her eyes, Yun Qian felt a certain mystery.
Bowing her head, she drank a sip from the glass cup and asked, "Is this... pear juice?"
Sour and sweet, almost instantly driving away her earlier weariness.
"It’s pear," Xu Chang’an smiled, "Pears from the Hundred Herbs Garden, just perfect to cleanse the palate. That raccoon on Muyu Peak loves this fruit the most."
"Not bad," Yun Qian nodded.
Mainly sweet with a hint of tartness, it was refreshing and appetite-enhancing.
"..." Xu Chang’an curled his lips, his hand resting on Miss Yun’s cheek, feeling her soft breath with his fingers. "Miss, you should take off the blindfold."
"Why?" Yun Qian wondered, "Is there a problem?"
They had only eaten crab meat and a glass of pear juice, not long at all.
"I made it especially visually appealing and tasty," Xu Chang’an said helplessly, "If Miss can’t see the presentation, what difference does it make if eating bugs-shaped dim sum from before?"
The delicacies, just like Miss Yun, must be both beautiful and delicious.
A wife’s beauty goes unnoticed if the lights are off; the flavor of food diminishes if eaten with eyes shut, losing much of the enjoyment.
"There’s a difference," Yun Qian didn’t remove the blindfold but said, "It’s the difference between eating by myself and being fed by you."