Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 41 Flowers of Guanghan Palace

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, but Chun Yuwan had no intention of getting up and continued to paint. Bai Yang didn't urge her either and continued to play with his phone.

The god of track and field has sent a message again, punctually every night, and never tires of it.

Although it was a bit impolite, Bai Yang had a sense of déjà vu as if he saw Wu Bo.

This kind of information has no meaning other than moving yourself and disturbing others.

At least Bai Yang would not be tempted by this, even though Xiao Zhenzhen was indeed beautiful. Normally speaking, it would not be a loss to be with her.

However, love without emotion is just for desire, which is irresponsible to yourself and to the girl.

Young people may not be able to tell the difference, people in society may readily accept it, but Bai Yang stays away from it.

It's not that he has no desires, nor that he doesn't like beautiful women. At least his body is very honest. Every morning he would pull up a flag and recall the absurd dreams of the previous night. In these dreams, Xiao Zhenzhen also appeared with her domineering figure.

Bai Yang just doesn't like being controlled by desires.

As a reborn person, what he can possess in this life will be incomparable to that of his previous life. He also has a premonition that he will constantly face the temptations that his previous life had always dreamed of. He can completely indulge himself and accept everything that comes his way. Anyway, he has the information coming from the reverse flow of time to back him up, so no matter how bad his life is, it won't be that bad.

But Bai Yang would rather choose another life, stick to his principles, not waste the miracle of rebirth, find back those things that have long disappeared with time, and walk the path that he was unable to continue in his previous life.

The flow of people outside the window had become very sparse, so Chun Yuwan put down her pencil and stood up: "Let's go."

"Okay." Bai Yang nodded.

Chun Yuwan put on a baseball cap, covering her face in shadow.

They walked out of the cultural building side by side, and then walked out of the school gate along the tree-lined road, all the way in silence.

It was not until they stared at each other while waiting for the bus that Bai Yang finally decided to break the awkward atmosphere and found a random topic: "Teacher Luo seems to care about you."

"Yeah." Chun Yuwan didn't seem to feel embarrassed. She answered when Bai Yang spoke.

"How long have you been learning painting from Mr. Luo?"

Chun Yuwan thought for a moment and said, "Twelve years."

"Oh, that's quite a long time, wait?" Bai Yang was stunned for a moment, "Twelve years? Didn't you start drawing with Teacher Luo when you were five years old?"

"Yes." Chun Yuwan explained, "I have been interested in painting since I was a child."

"No wonder the relationship between you and Teacher Luo seems to be more than just student and teacher. It turns out you have known each other for so many years." Bai Yang exclaimed.

"If you want to say we knew each other, then we have to add five years." Chun Yuwan said seriously: "Or two years? I only started to remember things when I was three years old."

"Ah?" Bai Yang raised his eyebrows and realized: "Teacher Luo is your elder?"

"She's my mother."

"what?"

Bai Yang was really shocked.

"Don't you think so?" Chun Yuwan was a little confused: "I thought you knew it a long time ago."

"Well, they look quite similar." Thinking about it carefully, Chun Yuwan and Teacher Luo do have some similarities in facial shape, but Chun Yuwan's facial features, especially her eyebrows and eyes, are too stunning, making it difficult to associate them with similarities.

Only then did Bai Yang realize why Teacher Luo sent Chun Yuwan back home every day since they lived together.

"No wonder you are so good at painting, it turns out it's a family tradition."

"Not as good as you." Chun Yuwan said, "You are self-taught, and your foundation is better than mine, who has been drawing for more than ten years." Bai Yang knew his own business and didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he asked, "With your speed of improvement, you shouldn't have been exposed to sketching for that long, right?"

"Yeah, I started in the second year of junior high school." Chun Yuwan did not hide the fact that "before high school, my mother did not require me to have a good foundation, so my paintings were quite imaginative."

"It seems that she has high expectations for you." Bai Yang agreed, "She wants to train you to be a painter."

"This is also my dream." Chun Yuwan said: "Humans living in this world must always leave some traces. There are many things I can't do, but I am good at painting."

"So, you want to be a famous painter who will go down in history." Bai Yang smiled and said, "This is not an easy thing to do."

"I know." Chun Yuwan nodded: "This is the meaning of doing it."

She seemed to be in a conversational mood tonight and continued, "Most people in this world are mediocre. They are born, grow up, go to school, work, get married, have children, follow the routine, and then wait for death."

"I don't know how they feel when they look back on their lives and see a long period of mediocrity and boredom. I don't want to experience that feeling."

Bai Yang raised his eyebrows and looked at Chun Yuwan's calm face.

This was the first time she talked about her ideas.

It feels a bit... not too childish, but one-sided.

When people are young, they think they have seen through society. They like to evaluate everything in the world from a detached perspective and think they are different from others.

It was not until I matured that I realized the responsibility on my shoulders and realized that this kind of thinking is not unique, but rather a necessary path for young people. Then I realized the naivety of my youth, and finally made peace with life, looking for meaning in mediocrity.

Responsibility and compromise accompany ordinary people throughout their lives.

Of course, there are exceptions.

There will always be some people who are as brilliant as shooting stars, as hot as flames, forever young, forever rebellious, and refuse to accept the so-called maturity - some of them live in hurt and being hurt, struggling between responsibility and lying down, and only a very small number of gifted people are qualified to have the best of both worlds.

Bai Yang believes that he was the former in his previous life, while Chun Yuwan can be considered the latter.

The taxi stopped in front of the two of them, and they got in without continuing the conversation.

Chun Yuwan’s home was indeed not far away, she lived in a newly built community a few kilometers away.

Chun Yuwan took the initiative to pay the fare and said to Bai Yang, "Bai Yang, thank you for giving me a ride today."

"You're welcome." Bai Yang said with a smile: "It's nice to be able to get out and relax occasionally at night."

"Do you need me to take you to your door?"

"Thank you, this neighborhood is quite safe." Chun Yuwan politely declined.

"That's fine. I can just ask the driver to take me back so I don't have to wait for the bus." Bai Yang paused and suddenly continued the previous topic: "Chun Yuwan, you should have read Tagore, right?"

"I like it very much." Chun Yuwan nodded.

"Live like the splendor of summer flowers, and die like the tranquility and beauty of autumn leaves." Bai Yang smiled and said, "This pursuit is very good."

He paused.

"But without firmly taking root in the soil, no matter how beautiful the flowers in Guanghan Palace are, they are still a little lonely and desolate."

Bai Yang blinked at Chun Yuwan who was still reacting and waved his hand:
"gone."

"Good night, Tsubaki Yuwan."

(End of this chapter)