Gu Nian, recovering some, recalled their unfinished conversation on their script review. "Oh right. You still haven't told me your thought on Youtan."
Luo Xiu recollected himself. His voice softened. "Youtan was probably both a lucky and unlucky person."
"Hmm?" Gu Nian was surprised. "That had never crossed my mind… … I get why you say he was unlucky. He started out as Buddhism's sacred youtanhua but were dragged in innocently. Not only did he demonize and had human emotions that ruined all of his cultivation, he did not end up with the one that he loved in the end either."
"Mmhmm."
"This character had been meant to be a sad one since the conceptual phase. Where was the happy part?" asked Gu Nian.
"He felt so himself," said Luo Xiu.
Gu Nian paused a little and looked up at Luo Xiu.
Meeting her eyes, Luo Xiu said, "If I am Youtan, I would not regret. Even if I was to know how it will end and let me travel back to before his meeting with Ding Qiao, I would still choose to run into her and do exactly as how he did… … at least most of my decision would be the same as his."
Gu Nian was baffled, "Why? All of his unhappiness stemmed from Ding Qiao. The 8 forms of bitterness depicted in Buddhism was about love, separation, not being able to have what one desires. Wasn't Ding Qiao the source w of his misfortune?"
"Yes, she was," said Luo Xiu. "Precisely because the bitterness stemmed from her, as far as Yuntan was concerned, he was not willing to let go of the bitterness and wanted to treasure them."
Gu Nian plunged into deep thought.
After a long while, Gu Nian nodded and said solemnly with her face straight. "I will consider the inner thought of this character when I get back. Thank you so much."
Luo Xiu chuckled at her serious look when she was so drunk that she had to squint. "Alright."
Gu Nian stood up slowly while supporting herself with the table. "I feel that I, I am a bit drunk. Let's head back and get some rest."
Luo Xiu busted out laughing. "Oh, now you think so, huh?"
"Mmm… …"
The night wind blowing at her from behind after she had stood up made her feel dizzy and things were running through her head. Even Luo Xiu's voice sounded muffled up and far away.
She shook her head some and felt even dizzier. Amidst her dizzy feeling, she seemed to have recalled something. She turned her head.
"Oh, right. There's one last thing… …"
Luo Xiu had his arms hovering next to the girl who looked like she was about to fall at any given moment. The brown eyes that were looking at her were tender like jade and kind like a lake.
Spellbound by a second or two, Gu Nian blinked and said, "You said that most of your choices would be… … the same as Youtan's."
"Mmhmm."
"Then, what would you have done differently?"
Luo Xiu lowered his eyes and chuckled.
His reaction baffled Gu Nian, "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm just surprised."
"Surprised… … what?"
"Surprised by how sensitive you are." Luo Xiu looked up and there were a lot inside his eyes. "Is that your instinct as a screenwriter?"
Had Gu Nian been conscious right now, she would notice that Luo Xiu had seemingly taken on the role of the both sacred and demonized youtanhua as described by her.
Unfortunately, she had failed to notice that.
This was the moment when she was the most drunk. All of the alcohol that she had all night long rushed to her head by the night wind. She was tired and groggy. She could barely make out Luo Xiu's body and face.
Nevermind his looks and emotions.
As such, Gu Nian could only capture the man's figure in between the dazzling lights and shadows and waited for his reply, baffled.
"My only decision that would differ from his would be the last scene."
"Hmm?"
Gu Nian's brain, numbed by the alcohol, didn't quite figure out what he was trying to say. She turned her head, dazed.
The man stood half in the light and half in the dark. The emotions on him were confusing and difficult to read. She only noticed that his voice sounded like he was smiling and that it was deep and low ––
"If it was me, I would not let her go when we were at the stone wall."
"Then… what would you do?"
"I would take her from Wang Wuya. I don't care whether Wang Wuya live or die. If she was sad, I will make her forget about him. There will always be a way a achieve that."
"… …"
After Luo Xiu was done saying that, he waited for a long time for a response. He thought his reply might have startled Gu Nian. When he turned around, however, he noticed that the girl, her head resting on his shoulder, had already fallen asleep from the alcohol.
Luo Xiu paused a little and then looked down helplessly. "You had just missed your last warning to run away."
"… …"
Naturally, nobody responded to him.